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These will be a series of drabbles/one-shots about Simon and Isabelle's relationships so the chapters don't necessarily follow each other. These are also posted on our tumblr: Isabelle-Lewis

Bride

Simon looked at his reflection in the mirror and pushed some of his hair back from his eyes. He took a deep breath as he fixed his cufflinks. After everything that had been going on with life, it was a relief to have something fairly normal to tend to. He felt honored to be a part of Luke and Jocelyn's wedding, especially since they were like his second family. 'Perhaps maybe they were becoming more than just secondary parents now…' Simon became lost in his thoughts of his mother and Rebecca.

"Your tie's crooked."
Simon turned around and saw Isabelle standing at the doorway in her gold strapless bridesmaid dress. Her dark black hair was half pinned down while the rest of her long hair curled down her back and rested over her shoulders. Her red ruby pendant was now replaced with a gold necklace that plunged into her sweetheart neckline. As if he didn't find her attractive enough. He stood there with his lips slightly parted as if he were going to respond but couldn't find the right words to say.

Isabelle walked over to him and began undoing his neck tie.
"Oh. Uhm..thanks."
"Don't worry about it. I've actually gotten pretty good at this since Alec sucks at tying these too. And of course Max…" she froze for a second and stopped talking before she quickly when back to Simon's tie. She tightened it up and straightened out his suit. "There you go."

"Isabelle…" Simon began. He debated if he should say something about Max but didn't know if that would be the best thing to do right. Instead he settled with, "Thanks."

She simply smiled at him. "Well don't you clean up nice?"
"Well, it is Jocelyn and Luke's wedding so the gesture seems appropriate."
Isabelle began to check her makeup in the mirror. "I guess so. Weddings don't really excite me. Shadowhunter. Downworlder. Mundies. They're all lies. But maybe I'll find a nice hookup tonight."
Simon felt a bit uneasy. "You don't really mean that do you?"
"The lies or the hookup?"
"Uhm. Both."
"Look. If two people want to make a terrible mistake and bind themselves together with lies of forever then fine. But that doesn't make it less of a lie. I guess I wasn't really serious about the hookup," she ended and tapped a finger to Simon's cheek.

"I actually like weddings. Plus I think Jocelyn and Luke deserve each other right? They love each other and-" Isabelle cut him off.
"And you expect to fall in love one day and have your own fancy wedding?"
"Well, I did. Not really sure how vampire weddings work or if they exist or matter."
"Oh. Right. I guess 'til death do us part' means something totally different huh?"
"Yeah…" Simon trailed off.

"Hey guys," Clary walked inside. "My mom's looking for the rest of the wedding party. We're about to start!"
"Yeah. We should get going." Isabelle said.

The music started and two younger children from Luke's pack made their way down the aisle as the flower girl and ring bearer. Luke couldn't have looked happier. Simon took a sharp intake of breath when he felt Isabelle's fingers graze his arms.
"Nervous?" he asked her as he grabbed for her hand.
"Me? No." she flushed. "I guess this is kind of cute."
"Yeah. You look beautiful. By the way."
"What?"
"I mean. . .Iz" he stumbled over his words.
"How cute. You're blushing."
Simon touched his cheek in embarrassment. "I don't blush."
"Thanks," she finally responded.

Finally Jace and Clary started taking their steps down the aisle. Simon and Isabelle soon followed after carefully taking their steps and smiling. Isabelle's heart began pounding in her chest loud enough for Simon to hear her. He glanced over slightly to see if she was okay and found that her cheeks turned red and small tears welled up in the corner of her eyes.

They split up at the end of the aisle to stand with their fellow groomsmen and bridesmaids. At last, the beautiful bride in white made her way down the aisle. Jocelyn was on the verge of tears herself. Luke had the brightest smile on his face as he watched his wife-to-be make her way down to him. The moment was beautiful and Isabelle heard Clary sniffing and saw her wiping tears from her eyes. If she looked at Clary any longer she thought she might cry herself. Looking away, she caught Simon's eyes looking right at her. He was smiling his goofy and adorable smile at her and she couldn't help but become overwhelmed with a smile herself.

Perhaps weddings weren't all that bad after all.