Chapter One

Clary sat on an old rustic chair inside Isabelle's room. The lilac painted walls still managed to stun Clary. Isabelle had always had a sense of style that Clary could only dream of possessing. Isabelle stood behind her, brush in hand, tackling the ever constant tangles that always managed to stay in Clary's hair no matter how often she brushed it.

"Are you nervous?" Isabelle asked, genuinely curious.

Clary looked down at the gold lace dress she wore. Izzy had insisted she look nice for, and I quote "the greatest day of your life". She had to admit it was a beautiful gown. It was weird to think of gold as a wedding color, living in the mundane world she would have worn white. She seemed so separated from her old life though, so the gold for shadowhunter weddings seemed an honor, and proof that she belonged with the shadowhunters. "I'm not nervous, so to speak. I have always loved Jace, and being married won't change the infinite love I have for him. I just wish that all these people didn't have to be here."

All she would have wanted was her mother, Luke, Simon, Izzy, Alec, and Magnus to attend. Everyone else added pressure and stress, when all she wanted to think about was, well, her future. She had always known she'd marry Jace, but she was filled with a sense of overwhelming joy. Jace and her. Together. And this time nothing could prevent that.

"Don't worry. Just ignore everyone, everyone but Jace. It should be easy, you practically never notice anyone else when he's around." Isabelle smirked.

"Thanks Isabelle." Clary continued to look down, now at her hands. She had the golden fairy ring the Seelie Queen had "given" her on her pale ring finger. The sight of a ring reminded her of the family rings shadowhunters often wore. She had almost wished she had a family ring. She clearly didn't want a Morgenstern ring, but she felt left out not having one.

"Done" Izzy said, stepping back from Clary to see the result of her handiwork on Clary's hair. Her hair was pinned up on top of her head, in a beautiful braided bun.

"Oh it's stunning Isabelle." Clary admitted. What couldn't Isabelle Lightwood do?

"Well we better get going, you don't want to miss your own wedding!" Izzy said pulling on a pair of high heeled boots that made her look taller.

"You go on ahead."

"You sure?"

"I know you want to see Simon."

"Fine." Izzy was clearly excited to see Simon. She was glancing down at her dress, apparently second guessing her outfit. She wore a knee length sapphire dress, with a brown belt. Her brown boots reached just below her knees, and she had a golden chain necklace wrapped around her neck. She was nothing less than stunning.

Clary stood up out of the white rustic chair and walked over to Isabelle. Taking her hands she said,"Iz, you look exquisite. Simon always thinks you look gorgeous, even if you were to wear sweat pants. So don't fret."

"By the Angel, not the sweatpants!" she joked.

Clary took her stele out of her left boot, which like Izzy's ended right below the knee. She went to one of the lilac walls, placing the tip of the stele on the wall. The black ink flew from the tips of the stele. The stele was her new way of drawing, so to speak. Like a pencil, the stele became apart of her, moving at her command. Once she was complete, she took a step back admirring her handiwork, as the portal appeared.

Isabelle practically knocked Clary to the ground, as she leaned in to hug her, but not in a manner that would disturb the elegance of either of their hair. "Good luck, like you need it though. Everything is going to be fine. I promise."

"Thanks Iz."

"But if any demons attack or what not," Izzy started, "Alec and I will personally kill anyone/anything that disturbs your wedding."

Clary laughed. "Now I feel special."

They both laughed. Izzy turned once more before jumping through the portal, leaving Clary alone in the girl's bedroom.