This is painfully short...

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Isabelle (Duh)

Oh.

My.

Angel.

The smell of vomit was prominent in the air, but she'd worry about that later. Her boots were stained with Church's lovely "Welcome Home" present, but all of her focus was on one thing.

Her room.

Sweet, dear Raziel.

Tubes of lipstick were tossed and squished, smeared and no longer useable.

Her Angel Perfume, the one-hundred-and fifty dollar bottle of perfume Mom and Daddy had gotten her for her birthday recently, was more than half empty.

Containers of green eye shadow was shallow, and she noticed that it had somehow had gotten on that new lacy g-string Magnus had given her on her birthday.

There was red and pink outlines of lips on her mirror, as if someone had kissed their reflection.

By now, Isabelle was shaking with rage.

Oh, yes. Isabelle Lightwood was pissed.

This had happened before. Once, but it was just as bad.

"GODDAMMIT JACE! I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF MY MAKEUP!"

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