Isabelle Lightwood Costume Novels & Stories

The princess hasn't gone hurt after her mother died, and now she's going with the new Queen? “Oh, then let's get started.“ Vicky found the perfect outfit for Isabelle to wear. Excitedly, Isabelle put it on. It was a blue blouse with a matching skirt that reached her knees. It wasn't the type of cloth that would disturb her movement and she wore a pair of boots to match. “Thank you Vicky.“ She said gratefully. “It was nothing princess, this is not the first time I'm dressing you up to go hunting is it?“

she says calmly; Jasper giving her a reassuring kiss on her cheek. The two are in matching formal attire, Isabelle in a baby pink flowing dress with capped sleeves and a V-neck with a slit down the side. It compliments her shape, and the colour suits her fair skin and blonde hair. Jasper went for a simple charcoal suit with white shirt and a baby pink tie to match Isabelle. The pink really pops against his ebony skin.

The scent of rose oil and blood had been overwhelming, a sickening promise of what was coming. “Quiet, or I’ll make this worse,” the figure hissed, their voice low and venomous. The torchlight caught their face just enough to confirm my fear—Isabelle. Her crimson gown was gone, replaced by a dark cloak, but her eyes burned with the same hatred I’d seen in the banquet hall. In her hand, the knife gleamed, its edge catching the light like a predator’s fang. “What do you want?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound defiant. My back pressed against the cold wall, nowhere left to run.

Michael will go crazy when he sees her! In the hallway we meet Isabel and beta Morris. This girl is a joy to my heart. She is so loyal and strong. Isabel borrowed some clothes from us to wear in the next period. But now she wears a cami open black long satin dress with spaghetti straps and an open back from Victoria Beckham's newest collection. I swear Lily brought all her wardrobe with her to this competition. “Isabel! You look gorgeous, ”Lily shouted, running to her and hugging her while annoying Morris, who wouldn't let go of her. I'm terribly amused when I look at Isabel's neck and see that Morris has already marked her.

And yet somehow, Isabelle felt bare beneath hers. She searched the crowd with sharp eyes, her gown a deep indigo that shimmered like dusk itself. Alexander appeared by the marble staircase, dressed in black, wearing a fox-shaped mask edged in gold. “You came,” he said. “So did you.” He offered his arm. “Shall we dance? Or are we hunting ghosts tonight?” Isabelle smiled, but her heart was pounding. They danced once—twice then slipped from the floor, ascending to the upper gallery where the noise faded into murmurs.

Her hazel eyes gleamed happily and her pale ivory skin caught the sunlight that filtered in through the windows. Still humming to the tunes of the music, Isabella danced her way to the bathroom, had a very satisfying long and hot shower and then made her way down the halls to the dining room in her best dress. Her maid, Ann had picked out the dress; a pretty silver dress that draped against her wild curves. Its neckline was a subtle sweetheart that hinted at her full bosom. Gleaming opal beads lined her waist and hips, winking with each step she took and Isabella utterly loved it. "Do you think that he will be here for the party?”

I smiled as she did this before I pulled away. "Come on, It's our turn to get ready for lunch." She nodded her head. I held my hand out to help her step off the ladder. We walked up the stairs to the bedroom, I put on nice dress pants and a plain grey dress shirt. Isabelle came out of the walking closet wearing a light green t-shirt dress with a high neckline to cover her mark. She also had dark brow theigh high boots that gave me some dirty thoughts. I quickly shaked my head and cleared my mind. We had things to do today.

Dark Thorne didn't believe in the traditional white of a wedding; he believed in the gravity of an alliance. Iza sat propped up against the pillows. She was no longer in the coarse hospital gown. In its place, she wore a vintage lace robe, ivory and delicate, that hid the IV line taped to her wrist. Her hair was pulled back into a severe, elegant knot, exposing the pale, sharp lines of her face. She looked like a saint waiting for a martyr’s end. "You look beautiful, Izaib." Dark was standing by the window. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, looking every bit the prince of a crumbling empire. He looked rested, his earlier disarray replaced by a terrifying, sharp-edged calm. He held a small, v

The whole day went in a blurr and finally the time of party came. Everyone went to their respective rooms to get ready for the beautiful night. The whole mansion was shining with beautiful lightening and sparkly decoration. Orchids were enhancing the interior of the mansion. Isabella was so happy that after so many days she will get to enjoy a little. She also wanted to get ready like others but she can't because she and Violet was no more than maids and they have their own uniform to wear. Which was a black and white coloured short dress opposite of her liking. It was too deep from the cleavage and too short from below barely resting on her mid thigh.