Molly's wedding had come around faster than Isabelle thought it would. It was early in the morning before the sun came up and Isabelle was already tending to Molly's hair. There was one other bridesmaid who as Isabelle understood it was Molly's soon to be sister-in-law. The girl was only about sixteen and acted that way too driving Isabelle insane from the moment she walked into the room.
"Have you talked to Sherlock at all?" Molly asked careful not to move her head, Isabelle drew in a breath looking at her friend in the mirror. "I've run into him a few times. We don't exactly talk, we just stand there." Molly let out a laugh. "You just stand there?" Isabelle smiled chuckling softly as well, she supposed it was sort of childish, but Sherlock always seemed to be rushing around, whenever their paths did cross he just stared at her like she was a puzzle with a missing piece and disappeared again before she could say anything.
Once Molly was ready, Isabelle slipped into her dress. She stood in the mirror for a few seconds trying to figure out what to do with her hair, sighing she pulled it into a french twist that lead into a pony tail over her right shoulder. The dress was a little tight for Isabelle's liking, she was positive she was going to have problems dancing in it. Whenever she went to functions with her family she always chose a loose dress that she would be able to easily move around in, but this wasn't with her family, it was her friends wedding.
"I told you the gold would suit you Bella!" Molly smiled walking over to Isabelle. "It compliments your hair, makes you look sort of like a flame." Isabelle looked down at the dress before smiling at Molly, her sister-in-law was in a different styled dress but it was the same color as Isabelle's. "Come on, lets get you to the church, or you'll be late!"
The sound of church bells filled the air, Isabelle walked outside for a few of the pictures before Molly said it was alright for her to go chat with the guests. A man who she believed was John approached her, Sherlock following behind, she smiled gently at the shorter man, most of her training coming out in that moment, don't speak unless spoke to. "You must be Isabelle?" Isabelle smiled again taking John's hand before clasping them in front of herself again. "Yes. I usually go by Bella." She corrected gently, she was trying to get away from formality not get sucked back into it. She was also avoiding mentioning her last name, the last thing she needed was press showing up because they figured out where she was.
"I hear you have already met Sherlock." Isabelle shifted her heals were starting to hurt her feet as she had been standing the entire ceremony. "Briefly, over an incorrect formula. Sherlock wrote it as a double replacement formula, it was only a single replacement." She skimmed over John figuring him out without much of a hitch. "Your a Doctor?" John looked a little surprised, he hadn't said anything about being a Doctor. "Sorry, you hold yourself like military but your hands don't shake. Army doctor." Isabelle was tired enough that she didn't realize she was reading people, or being smart in anyway, she only noticed because John gave Sherlock a look, Isabelle simply followed John's eyes to Sherlock's gaze, shifting again.