Isabelle Lightwood Dress Novels & Stories

she says kindly. Nearby, Rose twirls in front of a mirror. She looks stunning. Her dark red silk gown clings to her figure, flowing with every movement. Thin spaghetti straps frame her bare shoulders, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that’s both innocent and hauntingly seductive. Her short black hair is styled just enough to give her a gothic elegance, like a vampire princess waiting to strike. Isla is radiant in gold. Her dress is a regal ballgown with a tight corset and no sleeves. Her long curls shimmer in the light as she laughs with one of the seamstresses.

“Tonight, I’ll be announcing your official return as the heiress of Sinclair Holdings.” Isabella’s eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat. “You mean… you bought me a dress?” Her grandmother’s eyes twinkled with pride. “More than one. Choose whichever you like best.” The maids lifted the lids. Inside lay gowns of every shade—an emerald silk that shimmered like water, a crimson velvet that looked like poured wine, a golden satin that gleamed like sunlight, and a pale blue dress with delicate lace that whispered of innocence. Isabella trailed her fingers across the fabrics, feeling the richness beneath her touch.

" she murmured looking around, because she didn't want to have to run into Valeria again. "Wow, you look beautiful!" He said, looking Isabella up and down. "Thank you, I... "Wow! He looked her straight in the eye. "No, really, you're beautiful, too bad you're my cousin because..." Aiden raised an eyebrow maliciously. “I don't even want to imagine how you would look if you wore some makeup and clothes more in line with your age. "What?" Isabella looked at her outfit. She wore a simple dark green floral dress, sleeveless, with a knee-length bell skirt and matching sneakers, it was a simple outfit, not ostentatious.

Abigail stood by the mirror, still in her dress, watching the scene unfold with a smile on her face. After a few minutes of searching, Isabella pulled out a gown that made Shelley’s eyes light up. “How about this one?” Isabella asked, holding it up. The dress was a beautiful ball gown with a fitted bodice and layers of tulle, giving it a playful yet elegant look. Shelley gasped, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, that’s it. That’s the one.” Rachel grinned. “Go try it on. I think we’ve found your dress.”

I whispered to myself, a determination settling in. As I waited for Isabella, I decided to send Logan a brief reply. "Thanks, Logan. We need to talk later," I messaged, trying to keep my words neutral. The smile had to be set aside for now; there were more pressing matters at hand. Suddenly, I saw Isabella walking in, and my attention shifted. She looked stunning, wearing an astonishing dress that caught everyone's eye. The fabric was a vibrant shade of royal blue, adorned with delicate lace patterns that added an elegant touch. The dress flowed gracefully, enhancing Isabella's natural beauty.

Lucas came to the stage, went up the steps and then he took my hand without losing sight of his brother even for a moment. Lucas leaned in and spoke quietly against my ear as he said, "I told you no one touches what belongs to me. Especially that bastard twin of mine." As soon as I left the stage, with Lucas at my side, flushed by a bidding duel, and the eyes of a crowd upon us, I looked around, and my eyes rested on her--and deadened. Isabelle. She was wearing a skintight black velvet dress, red lipstick, painted across her smirk lips, as she lifted a glass of champagne towards me. Mocking. Unbothered. Confident.

Silas turned his back on the most powerful man I knew, leaving Harrison Thorne standing in the middle of the gallery fuming. "Look at you," a voice purred, cutting through the hum. I turned my head. Isabelle was standing just outside the perimeter of my cage. She was dressed to kill, a crimson silk dress that looked like a splash of fresh blood against the grey concrete. She looked impeccable, her hair perfectly styled, a glass of champagne held delicately in her hand. "Isabelle," I rasped. She crouched down, her eyes sparkling with a malicious glee. She took a slow sip of her drink, her gaze raking over my torn clothes and the mud on my face.

I stifled a gasp, holding them back so it wouldn’t ruin my makeup. Most importantly, I didn’t want anyone walking in on me about to sob. I’d feigned excitement about the wedding all through the preparations. “Oh my goodness,” Isabella exclaimed, staring at me as she walked in. I swerved around and noticed she stopped at the doorway, her mouth slightly opened. She was wearing a silk bodycon lilac dress with tiny straps for arms over her shoulders. Her hair was tucked away with flowers and folded into a wrapped braid at the back. I took another look over my body, wondering if I was wearing the dress wrong or something.

Isabelle stopped once she noticed the bright red lights that aligned to light up the path on the road she was on to an even brighter spot where two chairs or so were. She couldn't see it from afar. She brought up her right palm and rubbed it against her left arm suddenly regretting having worn this sleeveless dress. She took a deep breath walking towards the lighted path to notice something on the floor that looked like... petals. Red petals. She bent down and picked one of the numerous petals up before she smiled giddily looking around for her date and the love of her life.

ISABELLE’S POV I look at myself in the mirror. I am looking so beautiful today. The dress made by Edith is so beautiful that I am unable to take my eyes off of it. It is a sleeveless white dress and it has pearls stitched on it. It shows my back a little. My hair is tied on my back with fancy pins.