Jace had never thought this day would come, not when she said yes and certainly not before. But the morning had dawned clear and bright, and everything proceeded according to plan, so there he was, at the end of the aisle, waiting for Clary.
He fidgeted anxiously, fingering the line of his suit. "Quit twitching," Alec hissed under his breath, "She'll be here in a minute."
"What if she's not?" Jace muttered back.
His best man shot him an incredulous look but didn't dignify Jace's question with a response.
Music began to play and Jace turned his attention to the back of the room, where Isabelle and Maya appeared, wearing matching lace dresses.
And behind them stood Clary, framed by the light behind her, making her white dress shimmer like she had been dipped in gold.
Jace's breath caught in his chest and he nearly lost his footing. And then she was grinning at him, and walking toward him and her hand was put in his by Luke and he was asked if he'd marry her and the words came easier than anything he had ever done in his life, despite all the times his family had lied to and betrayed him.
"I do."