Isabelle Rose Edward is your charming, beautiful and kind yet clever, witty and confident 23-year-old English girl looking for a way to make a name for herself without her family's influence.
An up-and-coming designer, she faces hardships as she st...
I looked at myself, completely awestruck and for the first time in two years, I felt beautiful.
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I looked at my reflection once more, the dress and my eyes looked like one. Weaving a hand through my curled hair, I fixed a pin to make sure they didn't get loose.
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Making my way down the stairs at exactly 8 pm, I saw my family waiting for me downstairs. They all looked up to the sound of my heels on the stairs and I could swear I saw their mouth hang open.
"You look beautiful darling." My dad came and hugged me.
"Just like you mother." He said and gave me a wide smile. Then my brothers came all at once.
"You look amazing B!" Tristan exclaimed, smiling and Arthur joined in.
"Beautiful. Just like mom." I looked at Lance smiling at me and I smiled back at him, then went forward and hugged him.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Me too, love." He pulled away smiling, kissing my forehead.
"Where is everyone?" I saw Gareth coming in with a big smile on his face and stopped in his tracks when he looked at me, and started clapping.
"Don't you look hot!"He exclaimed, making me laugh at him, when he came and kissed me on the cheek.
"And thank you, for the lovely suit you designed, mademoiselle." He said still smiling, and I glanced at his blue-grey suit that matched his eyes, and the navy blue pocket square that matched my dress.
