- Messages
- 998
- OOC First Name
- Ghost
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Misha Haden
- Wand
- Birch Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Dragonstone
- Age
- 9/2013
Isabella Romanes just could not believe it. She was thoroughly ready for this. She was not engaged for long, just mere days before they decided that they should just get married. Isabella was currently dressed with a beautiful wedding dress and her hair was straightened, and resting on her shoulders. She held the bouquet in her hand, and she breathed out a sigh of relief. This was is, and she was actually alone. She did her make up and her dress herself. She did not want anyone else to do that for her. Isabella knew that she wanted her mother to do it for her a long time ago, but certain circumstances had blocked her from doing that. She looked down at the bouquet, and wondered if those that she invited would even attention. She had her brothers, and her aunt Desdemona. Oh, and her sister and her boyfriend of course. Attending her wedding would be a dream come true. Isabella wished for nothing more. She looked at the mirror, and hoped that Demeter would not mind that she did not go the traditional look with a pure white wedding dress. She was still a virgin, because she wanted to wait. She had a pleasant conversation with Ostensia about that, but she thought that it was almost time to get ready to go out there. Isabella thought that most of her relationship with Demeter was mainly through the letters except when there were weekends when they hung out. Isabella did not think that she would have ever received the same type of love that Ostensia had, that she would never be loved and adored. But Demeter had really changed her mind on that one. She was finally loved, she was finally adored, and she could not be happier with the man that she had chosen to marry. She remembered how they met, and it seemed just like yesterday. Sure, it was soon, but her stomach, it felt right.
The Slytherin Prefect heard a knock on the door, and she turned around in her heels even though she did not have a good balance on them. Was it time already for her to get out there? Would Demeter have invited his family too? She heard that he had a sister, but would she come? This was supposed to be just for family, not that she had any other friends out there. Isabella sacrificed friendship for good grades and she regretted it. Isabella let out a sigh, and she called out, "I'm ready! Just a second!" She turned back to the mirror, and she made sure that she looked perfect. Isabella was just a little frightened by it all. She bit her lip, and she opened the door to see her little brother, Isaia. She would have let him invite his girlfriend. That would have been nice too. Isabella didn't have anyone to give her away either. Perhaps her sister would take over that task. She walked out of the dressing room and toward the aisle. She didn't walk there yet, she paused, her heart race increasing. She didn't know if it was excitement or nervousness. Isabella slowly peeked around the corner, where she could see who all arrived. This was the final moments that she would Isabella Carine Romanes, but become Isabella Carine Dragonov. Her magenta eyes rested on Demeter, and she couldn't help but smile.
The Slytherin Prefect heard a knock on the door, and she turned around in her heels even though she did not have a good balance on them. Was it time already for her to get out there? Would Demeter have invited his family too? She heard that he had a sister, but would she come? This was supposed to be just for family, not that she had any other friends out there. Isabella sacrificed friendship for good grades and she regretted it. Isabella let out a sigh, and she called out, "I'm ready! Just a second!" She turned back to the mirror, and she made sure that she looked perfect. Isabella was just a little frightened by it all. She bit her lip, and she opened the door to see her little brother, Isaia. She would have let him invite his girlfriend. That would have been nice too. Isabella didn't have anyone to give her away either. Perhaps her sister would take over that task. She walked out of the dressing room and toward the aisle. She didn't walk there yet, she paused, her heart race increasing. She didn't know if it was excitement or nervousness. Isabella slowly peeked around the corner, where she could see who all arrived. This was the final moments that she would Isabella Carine Romanes, but become Isabella Carine Dragonov. Her magenta eyes rested on Demeter, and she couldn't help but smile.