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"I don't know about this one, Isabelle." I said in the dressing room, constantly turning and twisting my body to see how the dress looked on me from all angles. It wasn't super fancy but it was a tea length dress, very sleek.

It's a dark blue which was not so bad on me, Isabelle said it was a win because I could wear flats or heels with it. It made my skin look milky-er than usual, and personally if it were yellow it'd be better with my hair.

"Oh, c'mon let me see!" She sounded enthused about it. I took one more look and ran my hands down my sides before i unlocked the mirror door and opened it. She sat right across from me on a wooden bench in the store, his face lifted once she saw the dress.

"It looks fantastic!" She shrieked and hopped up on her four inch heels and took a closer look at my dress. "With a couple hair adjustments and the right makeup, it'll work out great for the gathering!" The Lightwoods and Herondales are throwing a special gathering this year.

Normally every year around this time they do gatherings (aka parties) for no reason really, these families are just very social. Izzy and I stay there for an hour or so but then sneak off, now after being caught so many times her mother is upset about it.

Alec somehow convinced us to stay for the whole four hours of it. It'll either be really bad or really good, no in between.

"Thank you." I say gently, she had her dress on one arm, the same to mine almost. Her's was a bit tighter and hit right above her knee cap. You know, typical Izzy dress. I shuffled back into the dressing room, i really liked the dress and I know my mom will too.

I take it off and throw on my ripped jeans and graphic shirt that paired with a black motorcycle jacket and combat boots. I come back out, with dress in hand and pay for the dress. I had saved up a lot of my money and little did I know it'd be spent on a dress.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad thing, but usually it'd go to my art. Speaking of, I want to start selling, my painting skill is now somewhat decent to start selling.

-Later-

Mom loved the dress, so did Luke. Luke didn't stop raving about how well it fit me, thank goodness. If I got a dress they didn't like and spent all my money on it, I probably would have thrown a fit and rant.

I went into my room in our studio flat. I liked saying that, it made it sound fancy and really expensive. Modern. But thankfully, our landlord is someone Luke was best friends with back in highschool so it wasn't too bad.

Anywho, my room was a mess, the wooden floor was splotched with paint from this morning, piled up 'clean' clothes on my dresser. They were once folded and clean but I've dug through them so much, they no longer are, they've been there for about a month.

And then the smaller things, my bedside table not arranged right, my bed not made, and it was time to clean my mirror. But right now, I didn't have time, the party is tomorrow and it's already 7 PM.

I hopped on my bed and started scrolling through my phone, I had a couple messages from Simon, sending me links to his Star Wars theories. I admit, I liked looking at them and I quite enjoyed the series but it gets too confusing.

Who's whose son or daughter, Skywalker, Kenobi? I sighed and went onto my social media for about an hour, scrolling through random banter until my phone dinged from an unknown number. The text read, "Hey clary, are you there?'

Chills went down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, my fingers stiffed. Some could say I get frightened easily but, wouldn't this scare you? I almost don't want to reply, or even open it, but I did.

"By the way it's izzy" It read, I threw my head back.

"Jesus izzy! You scared me."

"Oops sorry."

"Did you need something?"

"Yea, how did your parents like the dress?" Parents. I didn't mind it but, well, Luke isn't my father, ironic as that is from just talking about Star Wars. I love Luke but, he's just my mom's boyfriend.

"Oh, they liked it alot."

"Wait izzy, whose phone are you on?"

"Jace Herondale."

I knew Jace Herondale, I knew his looks at least. He basically lived with the Lightwoods so I've seen him around but we have never talked. God, I wonder what his torso looked like, the things I could do! Drawing I mean, don't get ahead of yourself.

"Why" is all I put.

"He's here and I might have dropped my phone from upstairs to downstairs."

"It shattered?"

"No, thank god. It hit the carpet but it is kinda spazzy"

"Still not good."

"Yea.." We texted back and forth 'til about nine and then Jace needed his phone back. I wonder if Izzy deleted the conversation, did she? If not would he read it? Would he delete it if she didn't?

There wasn't anything bad in it, just a lot of arguing if cats or dogs are better. Standard. I liked dogs more personally, I guess cats are okay, they just don't seem to like me. Slowly but surely, I drifted off to sleep in my day clothes.

Sorry for any mistakes, please let me know politely, all rights go to Cassandra Clare! I hope you liked this, please leave a review if you do not mind! (I'm pretty proud of my 'Luke isn't my father. Ironic as that is...' line, idk why aha it's used a lot) Don't be afraid to message me, and have a lovely day xx