Narrator's POV:
Simon looked out over the lake as Clary burst out the door, grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the clubhouse to get coffee and Danishes at the complimentary continental breakfast.
"Come on, I want to make sure to have something to eat before we meet Jace." Clary smiled brightly as Simon rolled his eyes, knowing she meant Jace, Isabelle, Alec, and Magnus.
"I thought we were going to the lake with your mom and Luke?" Simon asked, clearly confused.
"Change of plans, I told them we were having an early start." They managed to run over in time to have some breakfast, suddenly she heard an announcement of an ex-Rockette teaching a merengue class.
"Come on Simon, let's go check it out." She began pulling him up out of his chair as he grabbed one last Danish before they ran outside as an upbeat Latin tune rang out from the elegant gazebo where numerous couples were being taught how to dance by Isabelle.
"I didn't know Isabelle was a Rockette." Simon smiled as they joined in, though Clary seemed to be the only one out of step.
"Alright everyone stomp those feet! Move to the rhythm!" Isabelle was at the front of the class swirling around in her honey colored dress that reached just above her knees, she wore chocolate heels with a few rhinestones, her hair was in two tight knots above her head and she wore a pair of diamond studs.
"Alright men follow me in a conga line and you ladies make a circle. Come on ladies, move those hips and shake what your mama gave ya!" She shimmied and swayed as Clary felt herself blush as she tried to imitate the movements but knew she didn't look nearly as sensual and regal as Isabelle did.
"Alright ladies, on the count of three I want you to find the man of your dreams! One, two, three!" Everyone began dancing with their significant other as Clary found herself on the dance floor alone with an elderly woman as she noticed Simon was dancing with Isabelle. She reluctantly danced with the elderly woman, hoping the song would end soon, and thankfully it did.
"Well, that was, fun." Clary said modestly as the elderly woman nodded her head and walked off towards her husband.
Clary noticed Simon and Isabelle talking and felt almost reluctant to go over and interrupt, she found herself looking around for Jace but saw no sign of him and thus found her way towards the beach where a wig station was set up. She noticed a young woman with mocha skin, brown curly hair and brown eyes.
"Would you like to try this one?" She handed Clary a wig resembling Elizabeth Taylor's hair in Cleopatra.
"Sure." Clary took the wig and found a seat where she managed to tuck her red hair underneath the wig cap. She looked at herself in the mirror and didn't mind having dark hair and green eyes, but her freckles seemed to stand out more.
"Hey, how's it going?" Jace came over holding his leather jacket, a pair of aviator sunglasses, jeans and a white V-neck shirt, checking on Maia as she smiled at him and chatted, Clary wondered if he got around with all the girls at the resort.
"Ladies, you all look lovely." Jace nodded and looked around at the different women and young girls trying on wigs, suddenly his eyes rested on Clary as she became suddenly aware of the fact that she too was wearing a wig. Clary blushed as she noticed Jace smirk and walk away.
"That wig looks good on you." Simon sat down beside her as Clary pulled the wig and wig cap off in one motion, he wanted to ask her what was wrong until he noticed Maia wearing a gamer shirt and a pair of jeans.
"I'll be right back." He went to go flirt with Maia as Clary rolled her eyes and pulled herself away from the scene. She walked over to a shady tree and noticed Isabelle was laying against it with her hair down and wearing a simple pink summer dress looking like Sleeping Beauty.
"Hi." Clary sat next to her as Isabelle opened her eyes.
"Hello, Clary right?" She asked as she gracefully turned to look at Clary.
"Yea. And you're Isabelle, the resort's best dancer." Clary smiled as Isabelle laughed lightly.
"I guess you could say that. I've never really thought about it that way, I just always loved dancing but my mom never approved. I left home at fifteen and found myself applying for a job as a Rockette and was pretty stunned when I got in. I had to lie about my age, along with other things but I always found a way. Alec and Jace were always there for me." She shrugged as she appeared to be reliving her past.
"Oh, well you're very talented. I wish I could dance like you; my mother never lets me go out at night so I never really 'practice' dancing or anything. I honestly don't think I have a graceful bone in my body." Clary heard Isabelle snicker.
"Anyone can learn to dance Clary, if you want I'm sure Jace can give you some dance lessons." Isabelle said as she noticed Clary blushing.
"Oh, I seriously doubt he'd want to. I don't think Jace likes me very much." Clary crossed her arms and rested her chin on them.
"I've never known Jace to not like a girl, but I have to be honest, I've never seen him dance with a guest like he did with you the other night." Isabelle gingerly tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Really?" Clary looked up as Isabelle nodded.
"Well, I just assumed he was comfortable around women. I mean, the way you two danced the other night almost seemed like the two of you had an intimate relationship." Clary said, hoping she didn't sound as spiteful as she felt.
"Jace and me? Haha, he's more like my older brother! No, we never had those kinds of feelings towards one another. But I'll be honest, Jace is pretty sexy." Isabelle looked over at Clary, hoping for a reaction.
"If you say so." Clary looked out onto the water as Isabelle sighed.
"Look Clary, Jace is the type where you have to lead him on, otherwise he may not be willing to 'go for the bait.'" Isabelle stood and told Clary she had a dance lesson; they walked back to the club together as Clary noticed an elderly couple had dropped their luggage and several wallets fell out. They thought nothing of it as Isabelle and Clary helped the couple pick up the wallets and put them back in their luggage. Clary then waved goodbye as she thought whether or not she should go back to her room and possibly walk in on her mother and Luke getting into honeymoon mode, or find Simon flirting with another attractive woman. Thus, she stood up and walked to the only place where she could get her mind off of things.
