That evening, in Isabella's room, Liora helped her youngest sister change into the engagement dress she had prepared. The ivory gown, detailed with sparkling Swarovski crystals, hung gracefully on a special hanger, waiting to be worn by its owner.
"Bella, come on. We have to start getting ready now. Morgan must be on his way here," Liora said as she carefully helped Isabella into the dress.
Her flawless beauty, with her many extraordinary abilities, was reflected in the mirror. Her long, purplish-black hair made her look even more like a fairy descended from the heavens, utterly beautiful and captivating. The dress Bianca had chosen perfectly complemented Isabella's figure, making her look like a fairy princess from a fairy tale.
"You're so beautiful, Isabella. I'm sure Morgan won't even blink once he sees you," Liora said admiringly, standing behind Isabella, gazing at her sister's reflection in the large mirror.
