Isabelle Lightwood Dress Novels & Stories

Jonah and Finley both nod with smiles. The dress for the pack party is a black number with a bare back, plunging neckline and open at one leg. I cannot even contain myself when I walk out in that one. Lilith says Isaiah is going to die when he sees me in this one, and Isabella agrees again. She is particularly excited for this dress.

she asked, a tentative smile forming on her lips. “I know so,” Carla said, walking around her, adjusting an invisible fold. “This is it. This is the dress that will make Damian Hayes forget how to speak. This is the dress that will make Cassandra Reyes green with envy – literally.” They bought the dress, along with a delicate silver necklace and emerald drop earrings that perfectly matched the gown, and a pair of elegant, modest silver heels. Isabelle left the boutique feeling a lightness she hadn’t experienced in weeks. The dress wasn’t just fabric; it was a promise of a new beginning, a silent rebellion against the whispers and the icy looks.

“How is it?” “Not enough,” he responded darkly. And the next look he gave her told her that he wanted her in another dress. Isabelle bit her lips as she walked back into the changing room with Cici’s laughter from a joke she cracked echoing across the room. In minutes, she was out again. This time around the dress was full length. The kind of dress for a royal garden wedding. The lace hugged her hips, glittering faintly in the light, but the neckline was high, too modest for a party. She stepped forward towards him, waiting for what he had in mind.

She paused halfway down the aisle, looked up at me and gave me a sharp, military-style nod as if to say, The perimeter is secure, Papa. A soft ripple of laughter echoed through the guests. I gave her a smile and nodded back. Behind her came Irene. She was aggressively dabbing her eyes with a tissue, sniffling loudly as she walked, looking between me and the open doors. Then, the music swelled. And the world stopped spinning. Isabella. She wore a dress of flowing, liquid silk that draped perfectly over her curves, with a delicate lace bodice that left her shoulders bare. Her hair which she colored back to black cascaded down her back in loose, elegant waves, catching the golden light.

She pouted playfully and walked to the wardrobe. "There are no female clothes here, Damien," She announced looking at the hanged clothes that belonged to me. "Check the lower drawer," I told her as I perused the wardrobe for what to wear. "Unbelievable, this is a Vuitton set," Isabella exclaimed as she brought out different sets of dresses by the designer. "Check out the shoe racks, you should find a pair of matching shoes," I told her. I put on a white tee shirt with a codouroy jacket while she had on a soft blue knee length dress embroidered with flower patterns. She looked like something from a fairy tale book. I took a long lustful look at her before we left the house.

Isabelle puffed a breath. "That's my masterpiece,try it on, I'll be back in a jiffy"Said Sasha as she ran out of the room, Isabelle stood in daze admiring the dress and the hall with hunged dress. The dress in front of her was a purple colored off shoulderd,straight to her ankle and from the ankle was a free yard designed in purple and gold color,there was a diamond necklace with little stones of purple at the centers same as the earrings. Isabelle carefully took off the dress on the mannequin,Admiring it one more time before going into the room to change into the gown.

As planned, Isabel and her pack warriors got up early to leave the next day since her work in the Greenwood pack was complete. Dylan was downstairs, probably saying goodbye to his brothers while Isabel was in his bedroom getting dressed in the new clothes Dylan got for her after hers got ripped the previous night during the war. She was wearing her lita ankle boots when someone knocked on the door. “Come in.” She quietly said, and the door slowly opened to reveal Jane, Dylan’s mom.

And for the first time in weeks, Callum’s voice cracked ever so slightly. “Tell him I’ll see him.” Back in the studio... The lights were dimmed now, golden pools of warmth cast across the polished floors. Isla stood in front of the final gown of the night—a dark crimson piece stitched with sheer netting and sculpted silk. It was the boldest of the collection. The one she hadn’t let anyone else touch. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t modest. It was her. "You sure you’re ready for them to see you like this?” Lydia asked, arms crossed, her voice gentler than usual.

She was halfway to the wardrobe when she found Isabel already there, holding one of Victoria’s dresses up to herself, twisting in the mirror like it was her own. “What are you doing?” Lila stepped closer, trying to keep her tone neutral. “Preparing Mrs. Victoria’s gown for dinner,” Isabel said, twirling the dark green dress around as if it were something special. “She won’t like that. She prefers brighter colors at night.” Lila held her head high, knowing Victoria’s preferences better than anyone here. Isabel chuckled. “Really? That’s absurd.”

She gestured for Isabelle to look in the mirror. Isabelle turned, her breath catching in her throat. The dress she wore now was a masterpiece, a vision of pure elegance. The bodice was adorned with delicate beadwork that sparkled in the light, and the skirt flowed gracefully around her, creating a halo of fabric. She looked like a princess from a fairy tale, but the reality of her situation felt more like a nightmare. "You look beautiful, miss," the head maid said softly. "This will be perfect for your wedding day."