Whaddup my homies! And IM SO SORRY!
I know this chapter is 5 days late, but I am about to move all the way across the country with my mom, and everything's been hectic! Im sorry and yes updates might be a little infrequent, but I'll still try my best to at least crank out one chapter a week, im sorry but my family comes first. I love you all, really sorry!
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LEGGO
"Clary, Are you okay?" Jocelyn asks quietly. I snap out of dazing at the gorgeous engagement ring and focus on the people in the living room. Jace is staring straight at me, and I return the stare head on. So much emotion is hidden in those gold depths; anger, shock, confusion, and something else; something else that I couldn't detect.
I tear my eyes away from him when his staring gets too intense, and focus again on Jocelyn. She's looking at me warily, gauging my reaction. I rearrange my features, looking emotionless. If they wanted me to marry, I'll marry. But I'm not going to be happy about it.
"I'm fine." I reply tersely. I turn and look at Stephan, knowing he's probably the one who has everything settled and planned.
"What next." I ask. He clears his throat and stand up straight. "Go upstairs, change and get a suitcase of clothes and things you'll need for a couple of days. We'll ship ahead the rest of your things to your new penthouse soon." My eyes widen fractionally at the mention of the penthouse. penthouse? I know Jace is an actor, but still. I look towards Jace to see if he's smirking, but he looks as emotionless as me; too bad you can't trust actors.
"And my things?" Jace asks calmly. Stephan turns to address him. "we packed a bag of things for you in the limo; it will be here in half an hour." Jace nods and I quickly turn to go upstairs, feeling the ring like a heavy weight on my finger.
As soon as I close the door behind me, I sink to the floor, raking my hands through my hair. I feel a sob rack through my chest, and I lower my hands and cover my face, sobbing quietly to keep any body from downstairs hearing it. I refuse to let them hear me cry.
But why shouldn't I? My world was falling apart before my very eyes. I was going to be married to one of the most famous Hollywood actors, and I didn't even want to. Sure, once you got past the annoying outer, Jace wasn't that bad of a person, but I didn't want to have to spend my life with him. Being arm candy for the rest of my life was not the most appealing thing in the world. And I already know that Jace wasn't going to be faithful. He was probably going to stop for a couple of months, let everything calm down, then just continue discreetly. And me? The paparazzi would be following me everywhere, and if they ever found out about Jace him continuing his affairs, I'd be stuck in the middle of this Hollywood drama I don't even want to be. What's the use of sacrificing your privacy and love-life if you don't get anything in return?
I don't have a choice though, so what's the use in complaining? That was the simple truth.
I wasn't going to do something stupid, like running away. First of all, I had no one to run away with. Second of all, what's the point? All it would do is ruin my own life. I was going to suck it up and act like a lady.
I get up slowly, taking deep, calming breaths. I look myself in the mirror and groan slightly. Mascara and eyeliner was staining the area around my eyes, making me look like some type of panda. My previously perfect hair was now jumbled and tangled, hanging in red knots to my waist. My eyes are red-rimmed and looking back at me miserably. I wasn't even married to him yet, and look what he could do to me.
Get it together Clary, I silently chide myself. Taking some more deep breaths, I steady my hiccupping breath and walk to the bathroom. I wince when I see myself again in the mirror; I really am a mess. I carefully tie my hair back and wash my face, scrubbing it raw from all the mascara and tears. I look up and see my face is flushed; my emerald eyes wide and holding unshed tears. I look like a child. A child that was about to get freaking married.
I shake that thought off and straighten up, letting my hair flow over my shoulders. It's a hot, curly mess. I groan and began to run my fingers through it, straightening out the curls. Once I manage to finally get it back to the starting point, I quickly brush some parts with a wide- toothed comb and then styled with my hands. I manage to loose waves that fell to my hips. My face still looks wide and childlike, so I apply some eyeliner and mascara. Lord help me if I decided to have another cry-fest; my face would fall off if it was scrubbed any more.
Turning away from the mirror, I quickly walked over to the wardrobe and rummaged around for outfits. Finding some non-paint splattered jeans I throw those on with a simple black band tee. Simple, but that's all they were getting from me.
I look around the room; what am I supposed to take? My eyes settle on my art supplies and I throw all my sketch books and colored pencils into a purple suitcase. After that, I grab a basic bag of toiletries and other essentials, finishing off with some clothes.
Zipping up the suitcase for the final time, I gaze forlornly around the large room. The large windows are propped shut underneath the white drapes, and the queen bed was neat and made, its lavender sheets tucked and folded. My corner which I designated for art was missing a whole bunch of things that were currently in my suitcase, the canvas and paintbrushes the only thing still left; I guess mom and dad would have to ship those up later.
Everything else seems lonely, as if the room is abandoned. And I guess in a way, it is. It's no longer my room, it was my old room. I wasn't Clarissa Fray, I was Clarissa Herondale. This room, like me, was a shell. And it probably would be redone as soon as my stuff was out of it, turning into a guest room or something. I know it's stupid to be so heartbroken over a room, but it was probably the only thing standing of my old life at the moment. With a final glance, a ghost of a smile, I shut the door and headed downstairs to my fiancée, and my new life.
I walk into the parlor and everybody looks up, Jace as emotionless as I am. Well, that's what we look like. I step my suitcase down and look to Stephan, waiting.
He stands up, and his uneasy expression changes to a hard one. He motions with his hand for me to sit down next to Jace on the loveseat, and I sit stiffly. Jace stays mostly the same, but I notice the slight tensing of his muscles. Looks like I'm not the only one uncomfortable here.
Stephan speaks, his voice as serious as his expression. "The wedding and signing of legal papers won't happen until the wedding in February, which Jocelyn and Celine will be planning. But as far as I'm concerned, every time you two go out there you're a couple in love. There can't be one moment where you two drop it, there are fans with cameras everywhere. Even your closest friends, family, anybody, can't know the fact that you two both didn't want to marry. The story we're telling everybody is that you two have known each other for a long time, and have recently started dating. You two decided to get serious quickly because you two have known each other for so long, and you guys are totally in love. Jace's manager knows about the arranged marriage, but he thinks that both of you don't have a problem with it. So basically, we proposed the idea of an arranged marriage, and you two were both thrilled with the idea, and that you two have been extremely close in the past years, and the idea of an arranged marriage was , we are going to have you be his girlfriend for a while, so that the idea of a marriage out of nowhere isn't suspicious to any of the fans, and we are planning a public proposal in a couple of months on live television or during a concert. So for now, keep the ring in the box and don't wear it, okay?"
I sit still for a moment, trying to process all this information Stephan sprung on me. I mull through it all, extracting important tidbits of information, and speak slowly. "So just act like I'm in love with Jace when ever we see people?" I ask. Stephan nods with obvious relief that I understand. Well, I kind of understand. He did spring a whole buch of information on us at once.
I turn to Jace, who is looking back at me. After a moment, he smirks. "I think we can manage that, right honey?" great, there's the asshat we all know and hate.
I smirk right back. "Of course dear." I reply in the same sweet tone. I see Luke roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye, but everybody else looks satisfied enough.
"Great; but maybe with a little less sarcasm." Stephan suggests. It's my turn to roll my eyes at him. "Okay, it's time for you two to go, the limo is outside." I get up and go to grab my suitcase, but I notice the ring. I was still just going to be his girlfriend for now, so I take the glittering ring off, but I still feel the weight. Not on my finger, but in the pit of my stomach. I turn to Stephan, who digs out the black box and hands it to me. I put the gorgeous ring away and toss it towards Jace, resisting the urge to chuck it at him, but I still throw it pretty high in hopes it would hit his head. Sadly, Jaces hand shoots out and catches it, his stupid smirk still in place. I sigh and turn towards Luke and Jocelyn.
They're both looking at me sadly, and it almost makes me break down again. I don't though, and I wordlessly draw in Jocelyn and Luke for a hug. They both clutch to me, reluctant to let me go, but they would have to soon. It's their fault I'm leaving anyways; they might as well get over it. But I find myself holding on too, not wanting to let go. They were the only two I had left, the only ones that would ever love me now. I didn't want to let go, to stop being a child, because as soon as I did, I would have to move on, and officially take my place at Jace's side. A place I did nothing to earn, and sure as hell don't want. But everything ends at some point, and so did that hug.
I tore myself away reluctantly, and it takes everything I have to not run into there arms again, cry endlessly, and let Jocelyn pat my back and tell me everything is okay, while Luke tells corny jokes and offers to make me his special hot chocolate. But everything isn't okay, and no matter how much you denied the obvious, it won't change the truth. And the saying everybody grows at there own pace? That's a total lie; you grow up when life makes you. And now, I have to. And my mother and father were my childhood, and Jace is my future, even if I liked it or not.
Jocelyn grips my shoulders and looks into my face desperately, as if she's trying remember me. I'm a little surprised by her intensity; the marriage was their idea, so why were they acting as if I was getting stolen from them? Still, Jocelyn speaks quickly and lowly, as if trying to separate us from the rest of the room.
"Listen Clary, I promise I'll explain everything to you one day, but trust me when I say this is important. I love so you much baby, and I always will. Don't forget to keep up your role of a girlfriend and soon a wife, but never take his crap. You're so strong, don't let yourself go and don't become some totally crappy obedient wife. You may be marrying him, but that doesn't make you his slave. You have fire, and don't let a Herondale put that out, okay?" She was staring at me intently, and I gave her the ghost of a smile.
"C'mon mom, hell will freeze over before I let anybody tell me what to do." She gave me a smile. "That's my girl." She smiles and lets me go, and I turn toward Luke.
He gives me a proud smile, but his blue eyes are sad. "We raised you right, and I trust you. And I don't need to tell you anything, I already know you're more than capable of handling a Herondale." He says proudly. I grin faintly and give him a final hug, letting go after a moment.
I take one last look at my parents standing there, now holding hands. It's like there unspoken connection, as if that small point of contact was assuring them, assuring them that they have each other, no matter what happens. I wish I had that.
I turn away from them before my heart can break any more, and I look towards the Herondales. Celine was just letting go of Jace, her eyes watery. Stephan was whispering something low in his ear, and Jace was nodding. He pulls away and claps him on the back a final time, and Jace says a final farewell to them. He turns towards me and grabs my suitcase and I let him. I'd have to get used to it, wouldn't I? He joins me by my side, and looks at Luke.
"Isn't this the part where you tell me not to hurt her or you'll kill me?" he inquires, sounding honestly curious. Luke smirks.
"Nah, Clary's perfectly capable of killing you herself."
I smirk at Jace who looks a little shocked; damn straight Goldie.
He shrugs and turns towards the door, but Stephan calls out, "Wait!"
We turn towards him questioningly; he looks guilty for some reason. "I may have tipped off the paparazzi that Jace and his new girlfriend would be leaving here today." Just freaking perfect.
Jace groans, dragging his palm down his face. "Really dad, you had to leak it?" he asks, exasperated. I'm standing still, my mind whirling. As soon as I left this house, the whole world would know I'm Jace's girlfriend. My face, name, and personal life would probably be on the internet in a matter of hours, and I couldn't escape it, especially after the proposal. This is it; there's no way I could back down.
Oh well, might as well start the rest of my fake life. I take a deep breath and smile widely, grasping Jace's hand in my own. He starts and looks down in slight shock, and I don't look back; instead I look straight ahead at Jocelyn.
"Don't worry mom, if I got your acting skills, we'll be fine." She smiles back proudly, and I return it with a small one.
Jace gets over his initial shock, and briefly lets go of my hand to turn towards the door, and I do the same. He pushes the suitcase behind him and holds the handle again, then grabs my hand. We both walk over to the door, and we stop right outside. If I strain my ears, I can here the sound of a crowd right outside the door. I groan internally, great.
"Ready Clary?" Jae mutters under his breath. I inhale, and I close my eyes briefly. Of course I wasn't. "Let's go."
He throws open the door, and I'm blinded by the sudden flashes of lights accompanied by the yells of paparazzi. There are so many people, all with cameras or microphones, shouting questions or asking for poses.
I quickly recover from the shock, so I plaster on a huge grin and lean into Jace. I look up at him briefly to see he's grinning like me as he pushes through the crowds, holding my waist with one arm. He feels warm, cutting through my clothes and taking away the chill from the cool September air.
We finally make our way through the paparazzi and get to the shiny black limo that's waiting outside. It's not really a limo, more like an escort car. Jace opens the door for me and I begin to duck in, but not before he presses a small kiss to my cheek. I hear the paparazzi collectively 'awe' and more cameras flash, but I'm too distracted by my tingling cheek. I shake the feeling away and get in properly, with Jace closing the door behind me.
The inside of the car was sleek black leather, with a driver sitting in the front on the other side of a tinted partition. Jace opens the door and gets in, the door closing again and cutting of the yells of paparazzi. It's crazy, the star life, crazy and invasive. But, it's my life now. Well, it will be as soon as those pictures get published and aired on gossip shows.
The driver starts the car up and speeds away from the shouting paparazzi, leaving my old house behind along with my old life. I lean against the window, thinking about my life ahead. I was going to be married in a couple of months. I turn towards Jace, who's fiddling with his phone. I stare at him; what kind of husband would he be? He didn't love me; in fact I know he's as annoyed by me as I am by him. He was a gentleman, but only when he wanted to be or when the paparazzi were around. Was he faithful? No. there is no doubt in my mind that I'm until after the marriage before he wanders off, continuing his little flings, as long as no one found out. And me? I wasn't the type to go off and do affairs, even if my husband was doing the same thing. It just wasn't me, and I'd have to be way to discreet about it with the damn paparazzi everywhere. And I know Jace, he's possessive. He'd probably get pissed at me if I did do that, even if he was doing the same thing. So what can I do? There wasn't a way out, so I was stuck.
"I know I'm beautiful, but save the staring for the rest of this marriage." Jace spoke without looking up from his phone. I don't get embarrassed, what's the point?
"How the hell did this happen Jace?" I ask honestly. "How did we end up in this situation?" he stops messing with his phone and looks straight ahead at me, golden eyes hard. I match his stare with my emerald one.
"There's a reason for everything Clary, and there's a reason for this. Our parents aren't telling us something, and for now I have no clue. But I'll find out soon, and until then we're stuck together." I'm a little taken aback by his honest reply, not an ounce of sarcasm in the words. I nod slightly, and turn back to the mirror when his staring makes me uncomfortable. We sit in silence for a little longer, until the car slows and I know we're almost there.
Once the car stops and Jace goes out to get our bags, I simply stare up.
The sky rise in front of us is huge; rows of shiny windows rise up from a grand entrance, reaching up to the sky. I could tell that the view from the penthouse was going to spectacular. This is a place for the filthy rich, and I have a hard time reminding myself that Jace is filthy rich, and I am too now.
He opens my door and I step out, giving him a small smile as I peek through my lashes. There may not be any screaming paparazzi, but there were plenty of people walking around. It was many of the sky rises in New York, so there were tons of passerby's. Jace grins, and grabs my hand as we walk in. It's warm and engulfs my tiny one, and I let it rest there as we walk into the grand foyer.
The whole lobby is steel and black granite. It's huge and intimidating, and I would've felt out of place, if it wasn't for the tenants milling around in pajamas and casual clothes, holding coffee and checking mail from one of the steel boxes farther into the lobby. Looks like even the filthy rich like to wear pajamas at noon.
Jace is the image of ease as he walks up to the front counter, where a lady is sitting at a computer. She looks up, bored, but instantly brightens when she sees Jace. She smiles and starts to fix her hair and smooth out her skirt, which is three inches too short.
"Hello sir, how can I help you?" she asks brightly, putting a secret meaning behind her words. Well, it can't be that secret if I picked up on it.
But surprisingly, Jace isn't flirting back. He smiles politely. "Hello, my girlfriend and I are supposed to move into the penthouse today." She finally notices me for the first time, and instantly deflates.
"Okay, let me just sign you in, name?" as if she didn't know it.
"Jace Herondale."
She let out a small squeak at his name, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Calm down, it's an actor, not God.
Her hot pink nails clack against the key board as she types away rapidly. After a brief moment, she takes out a slip of paper and asks him to sign. Once he does, she produces two sets of keys and hands them to Jace.
"Take the elevator up to the last floor, and at the end of the hall there's a private elevator that will take you up to your new apartment." She instructs. "Good day, Mr. Herondale." Damn, that girls desperate.
Jace smirks and leans in to read her nametag. "Thank you, Kaelie." I swear, the poor girl almost dies. Oh wait, she was flirting with my fake soon-to-be fiancée. Never mind, I feel no mercy.
Jace tugs me towards one of the elevators and hauls the bags in one hand. He calls one and it comes almost immediately. We get into the large, wood paneled elevator and Jace pushes the last numbered button. The doors close and we start to go up. The silence is tense as we both lean against separate walls. Luckily there's no cheesy elevator music, I don't think I could handle listening to it every single time I wanted to go out or check my mail.
Finally, the elevator opens and we emerge into a dark paneled hallway, a couple of cherry wood doors lining the walls. Jace picks up the bags and walks out into the hallway, me close to his side. No one's outside, and the walk to the elevator at the end of the hallway is relatively short. Jace sticks a key into the slot outside, and I notice a buzzer for anybody who comes to visit.
The doors open and we get into another identical elevator, and it's just as silent as before. The elevator ride is extremely short, thank fully, and soon the doors are opening again, to the penthouse and my future home.
It's huge and white. The lack of color is the first thing I notice, and the enormous size the next. I step out onto gleaming cherry wood that contrasts with the tan carpet that started in the living room, which had an ivory L-shaped couch with glass end tables and a huge plasma with what looks like a surround sound speaker system. To the right there's a dining area with a modern chandelier, and next to that a large open planned kitchen was set, a breakfast bar and silver stools facing the dining area. Straight ahead is a hallway that obviously led to bathrooms and bedrooms.
But the most breathtaking part is the view. Like I had thought it would be, it was spectacular; the entire left wall was glass, and a row of blinds were pushed back revealing the beautiful view. All of New York was on display, the city bustling below. We were so high up that we can't even see individual people, and the pure blue sky was so close, fluffy clouds piercing the blue with shots of white. The glass was so clear, I was afraid of walking smack into it. It was intimidating, feeling as if a couple of steps was all it would take to fall out of the building.
My hands were itching to paint it, to get my oils and royal blues and warm gold's and sit there and paint. Paint it at night; paint the sunsets, sunrises, and the beautiful horizon. I knew that it was impossible, I had seen the outside myself, but I felt like everybody outside could look in and see us, exposing me even in my private life. Actors really did have no privacy, do they?
I turn towards Jace, who was also admiring the gaze. His gold eyes left the gaze and focus on me intently. "What do you think?" he asked. I turn back towards the beautiful and enormous place. "It's beautiful."
"Hm," he muses, stepping father into the room, plopping down the bags. "Much like myself. You're lucky Red, you get two beautiful views every day." Here we go.
"You're right; I do have two gorgeous things every day now." Jace raises his eyebrows at this, obviously expecting a snarky response. He crosses his arms and looks at me, interested.
"Oh really, so what are those beautiful things?" he asks teasingly, but there's a spark of interest in his gold eyes. I walk towards him and smile again. "Well, the views definitely one. And the other…" I lean towards his ear, and he leans down slightly.
"… Is that TV. Yeah… that baby's huge, probably 80 inches. I can wait to watch Harry Potter marathons on it all night long."
Jace backs up with a start, looking shocked. I laugh and grab my bag, heading towards the bedroom.
"You're a godamn tease Red!" Jace calls. I smirk and call back, "Only for you, dearest!" hey, if I'm gonna be married I might as well have fun. Getting under Jace's skin was a definite plus.
There's only one bedroom.
Just freaking great.
I'm standing in the door way as Jace comes in, and he stops when he notices the same thing as me.
"I'm trying to decide if this is a way of our parents telling us to get laid or not." Jace says, flinching when I smack his shoulder.
"Ow, that hurt Red." He says reproachfully.
"Oh man up." I say irritably. I sigh and grab my bag, walking further inside the room.
Unlike the rest of the apartment, it's all black. A huge black bed dominates the center of the room, black silk sheets on the king mattress. The floor is dark wood, and several black shelves that are currently empty are pushed to the side. The sliding door to a huge walk- closet and the door to a large granite bathroom are both open. I hear Jace walk in behind me, and he tosses his duffel bag on the ground and takes his shoes off.
"Oh well, we'll survive, won't we Red." He smirks knowingly at me, and then proceeds to rip his shirt off.
I squeak and avert my eyes immediately, but not before catching a glimpse of the most perfect naked chest I have ever seen. All I saw was tanned skin and what looked like the black lines of a tattoo, but I didn't see enough to be sure.
"What the hell are you doing Jace?" I demand, squeezing my eyes shut. He chuckles lowly and I hear him head towards the bathroom. "Taking a shower Red, you're welcome to take a peek." He calls teasingly. I peek through my fingers to see that he was in the bathroom, the door mostly closed. So far, no naked Jace. Which was good, right?
Hell no.
"Are you sure I won't take pictures and sell them to teenage girls?" I question. His head pops out, but thankfully he keeps the rest of his body concealed. Well, not good for that little perverted part of me that was still screaming NAKED JACE FIVE FEET AWAY! HORMONES: ACTIVATE!
"Nah, you'll just keep them for yourself to drool over whenever I'm not home." He states, popping back into the bathroom. I stick my tongue out at the closed door, even though he can't see me. Idiot.
I sigh and grab my bag, ruffling through it for clothes. I manage to find my favorite floral print dress and white cardigan, quickly changing into them; I don't need Jace coming in when I'm in my underwear.
Grabbing my brush, I quickly start brushing my hair through, not able to look in the bathroom mirror. I finish and style with my fingers, leaving the red curls to fall down to my non-existent hips.
The water stops running, and I'm a little surprised at the short shower. Maybe he's a nature freak and tries to save water like crazy. I shrug and walk out into the hallway. I pass by the doors I had opened in my search for bedrooms. There was a library that looks fairly large, but I hadn't explored yet, a guest bathroom, and a music room. I was glad for the library, and I definitely needed to see what they had.
I walk into the main room and quickly look in the mirror on one wall, making sure I look okay. News spreads fast, and if a picture of 'Jace's new girl' was featured in a magazine, I want to look okay. As I'm fixing my hair with my fingers, I see Jace in the mirror walk up behind me.
"Running out on me already Red?" he asks, crossing his arms and looking at me in the mirror. I turn around to see him standing there, a white towel around his neck. He was wearing sweatpants and no shirt, and it takes everything in me to not stare at his still wet chest. I instead focus on his face and speak sarcastically.
"Yeah, I'm about to go meet up with my secret boyfriend and we're going to run away and married in one of Hawaii's last islands, could you be a dear and send my bag once I get the address of our cabin, thanks!" I move to go to press the button for the elevator that's right next to me, but Jace moves like the wind, and then he has me caged against the was, his expression furious.
"Don't," he starts, deadly serious." Even joke about that crap. It scares the hell out of me." I raise my eyebrows.
"Why, not like you're going to take this marriage any more seriously I am, so what's your problem?" I snap. His golden eyes harden even more, and he presses me further into the wall. I try to concentrate on our conversation, not on the fact that his bare chest was pressed against me, his heat soaking through the thin layer of dress.
"I don't know what the hell you think of me Clary, but if you think I'm going to run off and screw some random girls you're dead wrong." This, admittedly surprises me, I never once thought Jace had any intentions of being faithful. "I'm not an asshole, and I know how to take a marriage seriously, even if I didn't want it. I'm owning up to this and dealing with it, and my career is a stake here. Go ahead and pull any feminist crap, rant about how I can't tell you what to do, whatever. But I'm not going to go screw around with anybody, and I expect the same damn thing from you. This is a marriage Clary, you didn't want it as much as I didn't, but deal with it and treat it like one, I'm not letting my career fail because of you, understand?"
His golden eyes bore into mine, and im too shocked to say anything. Jace just disproved any theory I had about this marriage, and I was surprised. Since when does Jace take anything seriously?
When his career came into play- That right there was my answer. He cares too much for his career to risk it for himself, and he expected me to take it seriously too. Of course I would never actually have an affair, but his intensity is still shocking. Im still too surprised to talk, so I nod mutely. Jace nods and relaxes minutely, but doesn't back up. Instead, something in his eyes change and they darken. His eyes trail my face softly, and he leans in a fraction of an inch. My hearts beating so loudly I can feel it, and I can't bring myself to pull away.
He stares deeply into my emerald eyes, studying me, deliberating. His lips part slightly, and there so close I can feel their slight brush against mine.
"The elevators here."
As soon as he speaks, his lips brushing barely against mine as he did, whatever spell I was under breaks. I nod slightly, and after a moment he takes his hands away from the wall, allowing me to escape.
I quickly duck into elevator, fixing my hair slightly. There elevator doors start to close, and I look up to see Jace's intense gold gaze right before they shut.
As soon as they do, I lean against the wall and let out a breath, and all I can think:
What just happened?
Yay! I'm finally done! I literally fell asleep halfway; I woke up tangled in charger cables.
So to make up for a super late update, I wrote this longer chapter, its almost 6 k! I know, not that large, but my ass really hurts from sitting for so long.
So what do you think? I only got one review on my re-write, so I'm worried I'm not doing a great job, but imma still keep going
Also, I'm sorry if I made the scene where Clary left angsty, and I know that a lot of people are probably going to be like 'Omg why so serious (that joker reference though) she's getting married not donating her brain to Hogwarts like watt' but I think that marriage is something that's very serious. In my culture, arranged marriages are very popular especially with parents from the middle east, and a lot of people really don't understand how serious marriage is until after there married, because it actually is a huge symbol of growing up and maturing in many ways that don't happen through age, and a lot of people really just treat it as a legal paper, a changed last name, and a ceremony with some cake, when it's something very serious, so I definitely wanted to get that across in my writing, because even if her parents are close by she isn't exactly going to be seeing them all the time, and they really are more figures of the past when you get married ( no I'm still a teenager, not married, but I do have some experience with a lot of older cousins and family friends) so I wanted to get that feel.
ANYWAYS! All in all this will be a generally light story, but once the plot starts to develop (which won't be for some more chapters) there will be more serious writing, but I'm keeping the story light and fluffy for now, SO CLACE SHIPPERS LAND AHOY! Haha so sorry again for late update, I'm going to go eat for my rosa (if you don't know Google it, I'm too lazy to explain) and then maybe work on my next chapter for Expect the Unexpected, so good night! Or morning! Haha and Ramadan Kareem to all my fellow Muslims!
See you soon…*MUAH*- M