We Were Both Young

Ch 12 : Pick Out The White Dress

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We Were Both Young

Chapter 12

Pick Out The White Dress.

3rd Person POV

Isabella was ecstatic over her engagement. Since a little girl she'd been dreaming about the day of her own marriage. Undoubtedly, the situation was not all she had envisioned, infact it was rather the complete polar opposite of that, yet she couldn't have imagined feeling any happier than she did in reality. Leonardo may not be a real prince, but he WAS HER prince and to her that was all that mattered. He made her feel more of a princess than she had her entire life living in the palace.

"Well well. Time to begin with the wedding arrangements now, Isabella," her best friend Mirella chattered away,

"I know," Isabella couldn't help but allow a little smile appear on her face.

"C'mon then. Why don't we go look at some bridal stores then?"

"Sure," Isabella agreed, "May as well start somewhere,"

She looked down at her left hand, mesmerised once again by the beauty of her ring. She'd allowed Leonardo to choose it, albeit with a little guidance. It was perfect.

The ring was in the shape of three over lapping circles, each circle was centred with a medium sized diamond, and each diamond was surrounded by smaller little diamante's in the most intricate patterns. It was exquisitely dainty, simple and sparkly.

[a/n - picture of the ring will be posted on the side shortly].

Mirella called her back to reality, " You admiring your ring again?"

"Ofcourse," Isabella gloated, "It's just so...."

"It' s lovely," Mirella agreed happy for her friend, "You deserve this honestly,"

"Thanks Mirella," Isabella thanked her friend, "How are you and Mitchell going?"

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"G'day fair maids," the elderly seamstress welcomed them, "What dresses are ye looking for t'day?"

"My friend here," Mirella pointed to Isabella, "Is soon to be wed. We're just beginning to look at some gowns for her today," she excitedly told the lady.

"Well, Congratulations, deary," the elderly seamstress smiled at Isabella and took her hand, "My. He must be a fine young lad, with a ring like that,"

Isabella couldn't help but beam once again, she giggled a little, "A fine young man he is indeed," she agreed with the lady.

"Well, you come along then. Let's fit some of these on ye' and we'll see what ye like,"

"Very well," Isabella nodded,

Isabella tried on countless dresses, all different cuts and styles, various fabrics, she was swimming in white.

"What do you think, Bell?"

"I'm even more confused," she admitted, chuckling.

"They're all so beautiful,"

"I know. I honestly haven't a clue how on eath I am going to choose one,"