Isabelle carefully bit into another slice of cake, sighing.
"Clary! This is ridiculous, I'm never gonna decide what flavor of cake I want out of fifty flavors-"
"Fifty-seven," Clary corrected. "And it shouldn't be stressful, just choose which one you like the best."
Isabelle sighed again, running fingernails through her hair. It was extremely stressful planning a wedding for herself. Izzy had helped plan plenty before- but now was the time it was her own. "Can we have several? I don't know Clary, when you said you were going to order a cake for me I didn't know you were going to order a cake for me. We would have been fine with any flavor and now there's too many choices."
Clary smiled a little. "I know it's gonna be hard Izzy, I just thought you may wanted choose. I understand."
"Just get vanilla?" Izzy said softly.
"Of course!" Clary agreed before walking out of the room.
Good, another decision out of the way. Isabelle knew she wanted their wedding to be special ever since Simon proposed to her, and she always thought she had such an eye for these things it wouldn't be a big deal. But lately, it felt like every little detail would be important. Even the flavor of the cake.
And even more, although Simon had been helping incredibly, Isabelle was worried a bit about how it was going to turn out. Although Simon was a shadowhunter now, they still had mundane traditions that weren't the same as shadowhunter ones, and she wanted to make sure that she had both of their traditions in the event.
Besides, Izzy didn't know what ideas Simon had quite yet. She knew Simon was a complete, utter nerd, and even she admitted to herself (though not to others) that she had gotten maybe a little into the books and movies Simon showed her. They were interesting. But she didn't know if he was going to incorporate the themes of these fandoms in the wedding. Isabelle didn't want it to be cheesy, and didn't want to be embarrassed, but Simon hadn't approached her about it. Even so, Izzy knew she would have to say no if he decided to change the entire theme of the wedding to Star Wars or something.
Speaking of Simon, he walked through the door, a bag in hand and pulled out a chair, sitting next to Isabelle.
"Two more weeks," he sighed, his expression a mix of stress and happiness.
"Mhmm," Izzy sighed. She pulled her black curls back, tying them up messily to see Simon.
"Anyways," Simon began. "The wedding planning seems to be going beautifully so far. It's a pretty traditional Shadowhunter wedding, but I maybe had just a few ideas to put some of our own couple mojo in there."
Isabelle's brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, and she gave a joking smile. "Alright, let's see it. But I am NOT dressing up as Princess Leia no matter how hard you try to convince me."
Simon snorted in laughter. "Isabelle, I would not do that to you. This wedding is important to us, not a costume party. You figure I wouldn't know that?"
Isabelle smirked, covering up her relief.
Simon gave another smile. "They are certainly just as memorable as shadowhunter weddings. It's not Halloween. Besides, I'm a shadowhunter now. Embracing my new traditions," Simon grinned. "Anyways," he said, pulling out the box onto the table. "This might have been a stupid idea, but I picked up some jewelry for you. A subtle hint of our nerdiness. But let me know if you don't like it, because I can take it back-" he ran on.
Izzy opened the box slowly and grinned. "Time turner necklace from Harry Potter? Game of Thrones dragon earrings?"
"I know it's not traditional Shadowhunter wedding jewels or whatever, but, just an idea."
Izzy only smiled at him. "Traditional Shadowhunter jewels? Really? Simon, this is pretty kick ass. I love it."
"You do?" Simon asked.
"Of course. You had a pretty good eye in finding some pretty jewelry, Si. This is nice gold and silver."
She stood up, scooting over to sit on Simon's lap.
"My handsome geek," she said, kissing him on the cheek."This is all your fault."
"I am glad to have converted Isabelle Lightwood. Je t'aime, my lady."
