A/N: Evidently, this is not the best writing ever, so if anyone could review and tell me what to improve on, that'll be great. Thanks.
Bellatrix had been the first to marry.
Of course
She had been the eldest, so it was quite natural she had been the first to be engaged. It had gone all according to tradition. It was perfect.
She was perfect.
She had gushed when Rodolphus proposed on her seventeenth birthday. She had looked positively thrilled when he placed the ring on her finger on that warm April night, the scent of roses mingling with a soft warm breeze.
She had laughed along with Cissy and Dromeda when she broke the news; watching as Narcissa's pretty blue eyes glinted with envy and excitement. She had even let them admire her ring; the way the silver heirloom shone in the sunlight of the sitting room, and how the cruelly glinting rubies matched her eyes.
Cygnus and Druella had provided nothing but the best for their firstborn daughter. So on the sunny June day of the wedding, Bella had stood among a huddle of gushing bridesmaids, looking like any dazzling bride in her gothic style wedding gown. Clutching a bouquet of roses, she smiled at Rodolphus- the way he had grinned at her like a lovesick puppy and that tender look in his eyes that had so differed from his usual arrogant demeanor. As she walked down the aisle she knew how they were perceived; as the epitome of romance and adoration.
Her mask was very much perfect.
She didn't love him. Not him.
Bellatrix smirked as the dark eyes meet the crimson.