Really, readers? 1 review?! That's pretty pathetic. Sorry just saying. I thought there was some good stuff in there. I'm trying to make my chapters longer , but if it isn't, it isn't. I've decided to keep the first chapter the same. I just updated it saying that it was the prologue.

PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! ( I know I sound desperate and pathetic, sorry)

-L

Chapter 10

Clary stepped into the silky, silver dress she had gotten as a wedding present. She'd never worn it before; the only time she would've needed to was to make Jace notice her. But to be honest, dressing for Jace made it feel like trying to make a teenager be attracted to a nine year old. The teenager might think, oh she's cute and adorable, but not beautiful or sexy. Or the teenager was just a creeper.

Her hair was up again; an elegant, wavy swirl, intricate braids woven throughout her red hair. She checked the clock, it was 15 after 5. She had been secretly planning to be late anyway on purpose. Clary readjusted the straps of her dress, pinched her cheeks and grabbed the thin, transparent sash, wrapping it around herself. Ambling down the two hallways to her separate staircase, she knew Jace would be almost dying because her fantastic punctuality, and, thinking of him urging her out the door, his impatience was a normal of trait of good old Jace. She grinned dazzlingly as she swept down the steps, and just about collapsed on the floor laughing. There, on the last step was Jace, his chin resting on top of the step, a longing, hopeful, pouty face all in one expression. His legs and arms were draped on the floor in a motionless kind of way. He looked so bizarre that she held onto the banister, wiping away tears that sprung from her eyes.

She glided the rest of the way, bending down to ruffle his hair playfully. He rolled from his chin to his hard jaw and looked at her, grinning. "You ready, finally?"

Clary laughed, "Yes I am finally ready. We can leave now." It felt normal, him joking with her, not getting mad at simple things, her not yelling at him…She felt bold for a moment as he was getting up, and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently.

Jace stared at her for a moment, their shoulders brushing a little. His muscles were tense, like they had been every time she brushed his bicep lightly with her fingertips. She reached up to stroke his arm, feeling the strong desire to touch him for some reason. But it wasn't like that now. He was taut because he was resistant to her, on guard. Jace dispatched their hands slowly and stepped away from her. "Touchy feely, today?"

"It happens sometimes."

Jace raised his eyebrows provocatively "Do you?" he asked, teasing her.

She smiled. "Normally you aren't there."

He swallowed and looked down to brush off his suit. "Well, we both are ready, why don't we leave? We might as well be fashionably late, but being super late is just improper."

Clary nodded and they both left together, Jace locking the door behind him. Climbing in, their knees and toes banged together and brushed constantly throughout the whole ride, making Clary almost jump every time. It was silent the whole time, Jace refused to look at her and only out the window at the passing countryside.

That gave her a long opportunity to study his entire, perfect being. His hair was effortlessly messily, giving him a rugged look that somehow went well with his expensive, tailored tux. Which he looked fantastic in, of course. His faced turned from her, his jaw was so well defined, Clary fought the urge to run her finger down it. His callused hands were clasped in front him, he looked peaceful.

She had to tell him. No one would know that she told him, as long as he didn't tell anybody…She could trust him. She needed help. Desperately. Someone to tell this little piece of stressful information. "Jace…" He looked to her, his eyes bright, looking almost hopeful. "I need to tell you someth-"

She was interrupted by the driver. "At the border for a portal, Mr. and Mrs. Herondale."

"Thank you….We can talk about this later?" Jace asked, that same look in his eyes.

Clary nodded vigorously.

After being admitted out of Alicante by the guards and through the portal, they appeared in front of a huge, Victorian house, with a huge garden and large white pillars everywhere. Jace offered his arm to her, and she hooked hers with his. All for appearance, right?

Walking through the two grand doors, the couple were almost immediately pounced by the guests. The people there consisted mostly of Downworlders, but Clary recognized two dozen that were Shadowhunter.

Everyone seemed to want to greet the perfect, happy pair, congratulate them on their successful marriage, some hinting on whether or not a third member of the family would be added. Clary almost snorted at those questions. "Not me, but perhaps some other attractive, Shadowhunter mistress." she had wanted to say, but bit her tongue instead, forcing a smile to everyone.

"Ahh, dear Clary Herondale! How long has it been?" came the bouncy, boisterous voice from behind them. She whipped around. "Not stealing all the attention from my guests are you? Because if you were, then I'd personally kick you out into the streets." Magnus greeted Clary with a long hug, his sparkly, gelled hair almost poked her in the eye, but narrowly avoided it when he turned his head.

"It's good to see you too, Magnus." she laughed, eyeing his usual, Magtastic clothing. She wasn't sure how bright orange, tight-fitting dress pants could be pulled off with rainbow colored sequence covering every inch of his dress shirt and it still be considered looking almost classy. Whatever, Magnus was capable of doing anything.

"Is Alec here?" Jace asked, stretching himself above the crowd, trying in vain to find the familiar, dark-headed man.

"Yes, he's somewhere around here. He was talking to Jordan Kyle and Simon for a little while." He pointed in some direction, and Clary, being almost a whole foot shorter than them, stood on her toes trying desperately to know where they were looking at. She sighed when it was apparent that it was physically impossible for her.

"Ah! I see them!" Jace exclaimed, "I believe this is where we part ways, Mrs. Herondale. I need to catch up with my buddies, and you can do what you do best; gossip with your dear friends, tell each other secrets…whatever woman do when they are bored." he said it with so much bitterness, that even Clary couldn't hide how astounded she was; it was clearly written all over face. For a moment she flashed back to the living area in the Institute, mentioning the Blackthorn' betrayal to Kaelie. But he couldn't have known about it; Jonathon told her that no one knew how she had "turned" them in.

Jace stalked off, Magnus staring in shock after him, and Clary hardly sending a glance over her shoulder at him. "Is this some common occurrence between you two?"

"I'm not sure." she replied blandly, searching the room relentlessly for a familiar white-blonde head. The room was crowded with people, all in extravagant dress, except for the dance floor, where couples waltzed.

"Looking for someone?" he asked sharply, suddenly stiffening and backing away from her slowly, looking about to bolt into the crowd.

"Not really…are you okay?"

"….fine…just…remembered something." and at that he disappeared into the crowd. Now she had Magnus running away from her, as well.

She finally found him in a small side room. She sighed with relief. "There you are, I thought you left me here without any help."

"And why would I do that? We are such good friends, after all. I'm the only one who knows all your secrets, after all. Not even your idiot husband sees them all, despite his attempts. I am the only who knows you." he responded, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking at her intently. "I'm the only one you can trust right now

"You are as trustworthy as a snake." she spat at him. "You know nothing about me. " she replied coldly, "Nor do you care about me. Otherwise you wouldn't be making me do this."

"Too true." his smile stretched across his face.

She paused for a minute, pulling away from him, making her skirt rustle quietly. She took a deep breath, a pounding headache started in her temple, creating a dull ache throughout her whole her body. Her voice shook, sounding breathless and strained. "What do I do first?"

I hope you enjoy the next four chapters. Warning: not as much Clace, but there will be some small Sizzy and Jaia. And one of the chapters will eiether be Jordan's or Simon's POV. I haven't decided. Which one do you think? It won't matter either one, so if I know what you prefer then...yeah, I might write in who ever.

-L