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Originally Posted by RachieRu

Isobel was feeling nervous. Like really nervous. Part of her knew she shouldn't have been though. She knew exactly what was going to be happening, right down to everything. Iz just figured that maybe Wes might have changed his mind. They hadn't exactly been dating long, not even two years. But she was sure he would be here. He wouldn't have proposed if he hadn't wanted to marry her right? Another problem that she had was her dress. Maybe she should have gone for something a little more practical. But then she had fallen in love with the dress as soon as she had seen it.

The blonde smiled to herself, and turned to look at her sister. "Do I look okay?" In the reflection of the mirror she had thought she'd looked okay, but just wanted Tasha's opinion.

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

Natasha was sitting on a couch in the bride suite, watching her sister prance around the room looking at her reflection in the mirror for like the 1000th time. "Iz, can you stop asking me that over and over again? You look stunning and if Wesley doesn't think so or anyone else for that matter I can hex them for you." To show that she meant it, Tasha fished up her wand from somewhere inside her dress and waved it in front of her sister.

Shifting her position on the couch with care not to wrinkle her dress too much Tasha commanded as she looked up at her sister. "Stop worrying Iz. You love Wesley and he loves you." She knew her sister too well. The constant question of wether she looked good was just a way of masking her nervousness about the whole thing.

"You look horrible, as usual, Isobel." Althea of course didn't have a hair out of place herself, and really, Isobel looked perfect, every bit the ideal bride, but she was being ridiculous. There was no chance that the man would change his mind now, not unless he fancied the idea of being drawn and quartered and Althea could think of at least three people off hand who would willingly do exactly that, and likely there were more.

"But I wouldn't worry. I don't think he'll be escaping any time soon, not with all those other Law Enforcement types out there. They'll all just grunt at each other and drink firewhiskey until there's nothing else left to do but marry you. You'll be fine. You'll both be even more happy than you already are."

A different approach from Tasha perhaps, but honestly, Isobel needed to lighten up and enjoy herself. She looked perfect.