The night had been one of restless sleep, and tossing and turning. Isabelle, though she had slept for eight hours, felt as if she had gotten no sleep at all. She had woken up though about two hours ago, having set an alrm of sorts. Now that she was up though she was dressed and ready to go for the day which was sure to be event filled. It was the day before her wedding after all and she couldn't believe it had come that fast. Tomorrow she was getting married to the one boy she had ever actually loved, even though it had been and still was a fleeting romance. The fact that her parents had assigned her to marry him, was crazy, so crazy. She hadn't believed it until the next time she had been able to talk to Augustus. They had shared a moment of understanding, both of them able to express the fact that they had been shocked at this revelation.

Isabelle glanced around her room, knowing this was probably one of the last times she would stay here. After the wedding, as far as she knew, she would be moving in with Augustus and they would probably not be residing within this house. After all Isabelle knew that one of the reasons behind her arranged marriage was that her parents wanted her out of the house. Her long fingers touched the door way softly. It was almost sad to be leaving this house, but in another instant she got over it. There was too much to do, too much for her to be doing. She had no time to be missing a house.

Isabelle smoothed the front of her long sleeved sweater, which strategically covered the mark on her arm. It was a nice sweater, one that kept her wamr in the chilly house but would be stifling if she were to go outside. but since she had no plans to go outside until later she would fine. As she adjusted her jeans, a large crack resonated through the house. Isabelle glanced at a clock on the wall. Ten o'clock. That would be Narcissa.

"Cousin!" she called out, entering the main house from her room.

Oh so she was worried. What if people didn't show up, what if no one showed up. Worse yet.. What if Augustus didn't show up? He was the groom but the Dark Lord had sent him on a mission. He had promised her that he would be back the morning of the wedding and she was planning on holding him to the promise. But still the worry nagged in the pit of her stomach, what if he didn't show? What would she do then?

Ready for tomorrow? Was that a trick question? Isabelle had thought she was ready. Ever since her break up with whats his face she had thought she was ready. She had had a brief phase when she had started to see Augustus that she hadnt wanted to get married, but then her parents had told her that was was arranged to marry him. Since that day Isabelle hadn't had a doubt in her mind that she was ready for tomorrow, until now. Butterflies were in her stomach, and Narcissa calmly tried to reassure her. In the neuroticness she was feeling right now Isabelle could only wonder if she would remember how to smile prettily. But she laughed. "I should be all right. At least I hope I'm ready," said Isabelle.

She paused for a moment, wondering what to say next. Normally she was never at a loss for words but apparently today, like everything else was going to be one of those days where she was at a loss for words. "Are you ready for tomorrow?" she asked with a laugh. It was a stupid question, and she knew that answer. Of course her cousin would be ready for tomorrow. But the whole point of today was to make sure that all of the final details were perfect for the wedding tomorrow, and knowing her cousin's standards, she wouldn't rest until it was perfect.