Okay, so...I had a really, really, really, really shitty day. Not the worst I've had, not by far, I actually managed to get myself out of bed and somehow drove to work, although through anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds, I don't remember much. So I had a horrible, horrible day, but then I came home and my husband had brought me roses, and chocolate, and my favourite lollies—and not just my favourite lollies, but he went through all the packs at the shop to find the one with the most of the pineapple lollies, which are my favourite of the favourite. Then we watched almost three hours of Shane Dawson and Ryland Adams videos, and fell more in love with Garrett Watts.

And now I feel a lot better. A hell of a lot better.

So much better that I wanted to do something to make you guys happy as well :)

Here's an update...

"Sweetheart!" Celine Herondale got up from where she was sitting at a reserved table at the back of the restaurant. Jace smiled as he approached his mother, letting her pull him in for a tight hug. This was a very exclusive restaurant, so he had taken off his sunglasses at the door, but he still couldn't help glance around and wonder if anyone here was paying attention to them or taking photos. It didn't seem as though they were, and the bodyguard who was sitting at a booth nearby with a petite brunette looked as though they would step in if anyone tried to approach them. "Oh, it's been too long—but then time goes so fast! It feels like just last week I was speaking with you on the phone, but it's already been a month!"

"I know," Jace gave her a wan smile, because he couldn't quite agree. Time did go fast when you were jumping from one continent to the next, doing multiple interviews a day, but that was Celine's life—and Stephens—not his. Time went a little slower when he was holed up in his apartment all day, barely ever venturing out.

"You remember Victor and Maureen?" Celine nodded over to the bodyguard and personal assistant, and Jace gave them a smile as well before he and his mother slid into their booth. "Actually, you may not have met Maureen—she's only recently become my PA."

"I think you had Gretel last time," Jace stated.

"Oh, Gretel," Celine tilted her head to the side. "Ooh, I haven't had her since...Since end of last year." Jace raised an eyebrow and Celine clicked her tongue. "I guess it has been some time," she made an apologetic expression with her face and reached across the table to lay her hand on his. "I'm sorry it's been so long, baby." Jace shook his head and smiled at her.

"It's okay, mum, I understand," Jace replied, turning his hand over so that he could give hers a squeeze. And the truth was, he did. Sometimes when he spoke with Clary, she sounded completely confused when she spoke about his parents, and the relationship that he had with them. But it was the way he had always been brought up, and he was used to it. "Are you ready to order? I'm so hungry and I know what I want—I've come in here a couple of times with Alec and Izzy. I always get the duck."

"Is it good?" Celine asked as she skimmed over the menu.

"Yup," Jace nodded.

"As good as yours?" Celine pressed, lifting her eyes and shooting Jace a smile. Jace couldn't stop his warm smile back. "You know I think you should be doing more in in that restaurant of yours. You've got such a talent when it comes to cooking."

"I'm also good with the business side of things, and the restaurants do better when I'm a silent partner," Jace shrugged. He didn't add that it was better for him as well, because he really didn't want to have to deal with so many people face-to-face. That was what his partner was for.

"I don't agree with that, but that's your decision," Celine responded and then fell quiet as a waitress came over to them with a wide smile. It was clear that the waitress recognized Celine—maybe both of them—by the way that her eyes lit up, but she was a professional and managed not to fawn. She took their orders and then walked away with a promise to bring them back their drinks shortly. "So," Celine leaned back in the booth and tilted her head to the side as she looked across the table at her son. "How's your girl—"

"Clary," Jace supplied.

"—Clary," Celine smiled easily. "How's everything going with her? Have you thought anymore about going to meet her?"

"I've..." Jace took in a deep breath through his nose. "I've emailed dad—or his secretary, at least, you know that he's terrible at checking his messages—about borrowing his plane, taking a flight out to the Malibu house and driving up to see her," it felt strange saying it out loud, because up until this point, he had only thought about it, or put it in writing. But actually saying it, that he was thinking about going to see her, that felt a whole lot more real. "I'm just...I'm not sure..."

"Have you told her that you're thinking about it? What it is between you two...Is it serious? You're sure she doesn't have a boyfriend or anyone that she's seeing?" Celine asked. The idea made Jace's stomach twist uncomfortably even though he knew that they were legitimate questions.

"I don't think so," he replied honestly. "Although it's not really something we've talked about in too much depth. And if she was seeing someone, it's not as though she's doing anything wrong, we only talk—"

"Although quite frequently, from what I understand," Celine interjected. "If she did have a boyfriend—or a girlfriend, then that would be...Well, it would be doing something wrong, talking to another man." Jace blinked across the table at his mother and didn't have time to respond before the waitress came back with a glass of wine for Celine and a bottle of expensive beer for Jace. She gave them another wide smile, her eyes lingering on Celine before she backed away.

"You seem to have a fan," Jace noted as he picked up his beer.

"And you seem to be deflecting," Celine replied easily as she sipped from her wine glass.

"I don't think she's got a boyfriend," Jace answered, finality in her voice. "I know that she's not...Celibate, or whatever," he winced at how weird that sound, and how this was sort of a weird conversation to be having with his mother. "But she lives alone, and she sends me snap chats all the time, and apart from a guy that she's been friends with forever and says is like her brother, there's never really any other guys that feature."

"Pictures can be decieving," Celine warned lightly.

"I thought that you were trying to encourage me to go and see her?"

"I am."

"It sort of sounds like you're trying to talk me out of it."

"I'm not."

"Right," Jace frowned and Celine gave him a serene smile.

"Pictures can speak a thousand words. As people who are in the spotlight almost every time they step outside and who get their photo taken and interpreted a hundred different ways, we know this better than most," she continued. "So you know how things can seem one way, but are actually a complete other. The best way to find out what the truth is, is to go to the source of the photo, speak with them in person." Jace realized what Celine was saying, and it all made sense.

Just like Isabelle made sense when she was trying to talk him into meeting Clary.

Just like his brain made sense when it was telling him the next step—if there was ever going to be any further with Clary, past talking over the phone and sending one another photos—was that they were going to have to meet.

But his heart was scared, that maybe his mother was right, and she was too good to be true.

"I'm not saying this to scare you," Celine murmured. "I'm saying this because I want you to be prepared, I don't want you to be hurt."

"I think that it's a little bit late for that," Jace muttered before taking in a deep breath. "She's invited me out, but it's like she's kidding or teasing, it wasn't anything serious. I don't think."

"But she might have been being serious," Celine encouraged. "You won't know unless you ask. At the end of the day, you've only got two options. You can cut off all connection with her and move on with someone else, or you can go out and see her. You can't remain motionless forever." Jace licked his lips and breathed in deeply.

"I'm thinking about it, okay?" He stated. "Anyway, how are you doing? Have you seen dad recently?"

"I was in Spain last week," Celine nodded, but the smile on her face was a little sad. "Your father has almost finished filming, and I'll be finished with my press tour soon, so hopefully we'll be able to spend some proper time together." Jace didn't like seeing his mother look sad, so he shifted to the subject of Isabelle's career and Alec and Magnus' relationship, and then they were both smiling.

Yesterday was World Mental Health Day, or today is that day for a lot of you, the 10th.

Please be kind to each other, people have so much going on in their heads that just isn't obvious from the outside.

Much love xx