A/N:
Anybody up for some more of The Sister Untouched? Here it is, Chapter Seven with almost 50 reviews. That is incredible, you guys! I want to thank you for all the support, and I hope this story will be at least 50 chapters long. What do you say? Special thanks to Black-winged Angel 100, from Ravenclaw, malecandjanto, ImagineryMoonlight, our-Amelia, and whostolemyjellybabies for reviewing. You guys are awesome people. Cyber-hugs to all my readers, you guys are my inspiration! Hope you enjoy chapter seven!
~Elizabeth
Disclaimer) I do not own TMI or any associated with it, even though I wish I could be queen of Edom like Clary. Just a thought! Please don't throw rotten tomatoes at me!
"Ouch! Watch the curling iron, Izzy! Flesh isn't fire proof, remember?" I whined, making my poor friend tighten the clamp on the iron even harder on my poor hair. I flinched as the heat from the iron touched my skin. I hated having my hair done.
Serena and Isabelle were getting me ready for my coronation. Izzy was on my hair, and Serena was making my skin glow. I was sitting on my vanity stool still, half my hair curled in ringlets and the other half stood in lose waves. I was going to have my bangs pulled back in twists so the tiara would fit snugly on my head at the coronation. Izzy was half way through with the other side when Serena asked me a question.
"Miss, I overheard another servant in the hall about something that I'm not sure about. He said that King Sebastian has arranged an engagement for you to Derrick Bayrose. I thought you were with Jace." Serena said, a bit of edge in her voice. I was a little surprised by the question, and I could also feel Isabelle tense up behind me.
"Yes, it is true Sebastian has arranged an engagement to Derrick for me. But that doesn't mean I agree to it. I am going to fight to be with Jace until my last breath." I reply, and I can feel Izzy let up behind me. Serena nodded her head, and continued to sweep the smoky shade of black eye shadow on my eyelids.
After the last swoosh of liquid liner was put on my eye lids and my mascara had been checked, Izzy put the finishing touches on my hair. Suddenly I was back to that night at the Institute, when Isabelle had done my hair for Magnus's party. Now she was getting me ready for a party she wasn't invited to. Rising from the vanity stool, I waited as Isabelle and Serena unzipped the garment bag on my bed. And when I saw the dress, I about fell over.
Sebastian had obviously gone traditional, picking out a dress with long sleeves. I could tell that it had a very deep V-neckline and that it was made of a very fine black silk. The sleeves were delicate, and were made of the thin fabric, making it seem as if they were feathers on the wings of bird. All across the bodice was the most gorgeous ruby red crystal beading. Swirls and swirls danced across it with elegant grace. All I could think of was the black swan. The skirt was a huge ball gown with layers and layers of tulle. It had pleating in the folds of the skirt down the front, and a long train in the back. The back was obviously another corset, going with the tradition of 19th-century style. Everything was so rich that I knew that this was a coronation dress.
Serena and Isabelle helped me into the gown, being careful with the fragile fabric. It felt heavy on my shoulders, and it was even tighter when Serena laced up the back. When the dress was actually on, I realized how majestic I Iooked. So, I could just put on a simple ball gown, and suddenly I was a queen? I wished Jace was there, because he would tell me that everything was okay and that I could do this. I was about to walk out in front of hundreds of people, and say that I believed in the causes that Sebastian believed in. And that I believed in some crazy arranged marriage. This was not my best day.
Running my hands over the skirt, I smoothed out any wrinkles in the fabric. Serena picked up the train and pulled it out for me. It had a length of about six feet, and flowed steadily down the back of the dress. I situated myself fully in the dress, and walked over to closet, looking for a pair of shoes. I, of course, wanted to wear flats but Sebastian instructed to Serena that I needed to wear a pair of heels. He said it's because there would be a lot of formal dances that I would have to participate in. With Sebastian, and with my new fiancé.
I found the pair of shoes that Serena had told me about. They were about three inches tall, with a studded heel. It was stretched black satin, with red jewels on the front. The front crystal beadwork matched the one on the bodice of the gown. I slid on the heels and buckled the clasp. Man, I was getting tired of dressing up for these stupid occasions. I wonder what Sebastian would be wearing. Probably another red leather tunic, and maybe this time it will be bedazzled!
I walked back out of my closet and into the bedroom. Isabelle and Serena both sat on my bed, with another article of clothing between them. All I could see was the fur trim, but I had an idea of what it was. Carefully they picked it up, making sure to keep the scarlet velvet from touching the ground. They slid the ceremonial cloak around my shoulders, making sure to adjust the closure so it fit snugly in the hollow of my throat. The material was warm, and covered the dramatic low back of my gown.
Misting a bit of lavender scented perfume on my body, I then hugged Serena and Izzy for their efforts to make me pretty for tonight. I casually walked over to the door, knowing that my perverted brother Sebastian would want to escort his sister to her first ball, and of most importance, my coronation. As predicted, five minutes later a knock rang on my door. I opened it to reveal my brother, not dressed in his tunic, but this time a classic fit tux with a scarlet red cravat, vest and bowtie. He looked like a waiter from a fancy French restaurant.
"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, don't you look lovely. Derrick is a very lucky young man. Are you ready to go?" Sebastian said, offering his suit clad arm. I put my arms in his and waved goodbye to Izzy and Serena. Sebastian drug me down the hall to the steps to the Council Room. I gripped the side of my dress with intensity, hoping to get out of this.
"Clarissa, I know you may be nervous, so fear not. You look beautiful. It is one simple night, that's all." Sebastian said, leaning in close to me. I could smell a hint of peppermint in his breath as he placed a long kiss on my cheek. I think he wanted it to be on my lips.
So without another word, I prepared myself to enter the world of evil society.
A/N:
So who else fell in love with Clary's gown? And who else hates Sebasshole-(thank you ! I hope to have Clary call him that!)? I am so loving writing their little spats. I have an older brother too, so I know what she's going through. But he's not that perverted. Okay, challenge time: Can we get 5 reviews, so that The Sister Untouched will be updated tomorrow? Its up to you, my readers!
~Elizabeth
