<span style="font-style: italic">"Damn this stupidâ€¦party." </span>Isabelle Lightwood muttered the words as she tore off another dress that just didnâ€™t quite fit her body the way she wanted, and needed. The night could never be longer, and more crowded than this very night. Since tonight was the Clave ball. She hated crowds but whatever sometimes you just got to do what you got to do. Her hands reached for a beautiful lace like short purple dress. Black tressles flowed to mid thigh, and a velvet material covered her chest just barely. The dress accented her body perfectly and she turned to look herself in the mirror. Her black hair was waved on the ends, and there was a bit of make up to accentuate her eyes , and skin. Then to finalize her outfit she grabbed a silver necklace with a purple pendant in the middle, along with a silver bracelet. She was a young beauty and swung around her bedroom which was on the other side of the Clave. It was going to be one hell of a walk in heals.<br/><br/>She slipped on dark purple high heals, and made sure to glance around the room to make sure that she hadnâ€™t forgotten anything as she applied her silver earrings into her ears. Sheâ€™s lived here ever since she was well young enough to tell her parents no she will not live like them. This was what she was born forâ€¦no matter what her  dad said about  his betraying the Clave because of that shadow hunter Nathaniel. No she refused to blame her father for that even though now he was living a normal life with her human mother. It made her despise them more and moreâ€¦and at the same time she had made the Clave her home much to her enjoyment. Being a shadow hunter was thrilling, and she enjoyed helping people no matter what she told herself.<br/><br/>Finally , she managed to exit her room, and lock the door all the while wondering what the night would hold. What boyâ€™s would glance at her, and what rumors would be started. Hell there were plenty of them. Some were that she slept with every guy she met, and otherâ€™s were that she was born from Nathaniel himselfâ€¦.which of course was ridiculous right? She is a Lightwood there is no possible wayâ€¦.Things just donâ€™t happen that way, and anyways she knows who her father is. So she walked her way down the never ending hallways for about 15 minutes straight in high heals. It was painful but hey there is much more pain than high heals in the world. She is a shadow hunter  , and pain comes hand in hand with the job.<br/><br/>At last she entered the party making sure to carry her head up high, and put that bitch exterior on. She knew what people expected of her, and it was not anything that had to do with a kind primadonna. The rumors she had were there for reasons even if she didnâ€™t want them there. They became there in the air, and so it became part of her. Much to her disliking but hell nothing was ever to her liking anymore. She went and found some of the other shadow hunterâ€™s that were drinking drinks, and dancing just to join the fun.<br/><br/>her dress:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Decorated%20images/Brz-c-QBWkKGrHqYOKiIEvPUIcrBL1RUO6F_35.jpg">[ img ]</a>