So I have a little sad/happy news… This is the first part of the last chapter. I think you guys will like what it is though. I'm getting a little sad writing this, because, I mean, it's gonna be over soon. I might include an epilogue, and you guys have to stick around to read the winners, because they are ADORABLE. So it's not quite the end yet. You're still stuck with me for a little longer ;). I really can't believe this is almost over, and I want to thank you guys so much for this. I LOVE YOU ALL. This chapter is dedicated to all the winners of the contest! I ALSO HAVE NOTES AT THE BOTTOM TO SOME OF THE REVIEWERS, SO PLEASE CHECK AND SEE IF YOU'RE ONE OF THEM!
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"…And the place settings are there, right? And is Jace getting ready? Oh my God please tell me Jace is getting ready! I mean, if he's not, then we're dead. He's the groom for crap's sake. And Simon! Oh crap, Simon! Where is he? Everything has to be perfect, or else-"
"Isabelle!" I yelled, cutting the girl off, "It's my wedding." I walked over to said girl, placing my hands on her shoulders, "I'm supposed to be bridezilla, not you. Calm yourself." She stopped her frantic pacing, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, and I couldn't help but laugh. She was more worried than I was, which was completely and totally obvious. The girl had nearly pulled her hair out when we couldn't find my mascara immediately. She told me that she had to make it perfect for me, that it was her duty as my Maid of Honor, and I had to admit that she was doing a damn good job at it. Not a single thing was going awry… yet.
"Darlings!" I jumped, startled, as the door burst open and Magnus waltzed in, "It's time to start the bride's glamifying!" The cheshire cat smile that spread across his face both excited and unnerved me at the same time.
"Glamifying?" I finally realized just what the man had said, "Is that even a word." He frowned as if he hadn't expected me to catch it, but it quickly gave way to another grin.
"It is now!" He laughed maniacally, "Now let's get to work. Isabelle, if you could give us some time? I want you to be surprised too." For some foreign reason, the girl trusted the man that had my beauty in his very glittery hands. She offered a wiggle of her fingers - which I returned weakly - then walked out, "Let's get started. For the hair-"
"Wait." I held up a hand, and he stopped talking, "Mags, you know I love you, but I have one condition." He raised an eyebrow as I paused, then gestured for me to go on, "Absolutely no sparkles." His mouth dropped open, offense clear on his features, almost as if I'd committed blasphemy.
"How could you…?" He buried his face in his hands, crying out dramatically.
"Wait," I wasn't quite done torturing him yet, "My hair also has to be easy to take down, because there is absolutely no doubt that Jace will want to. I mean, he's said it enough times. Sometimes, I put it up just to have him do that." I flashed my teeth even though Magnus wasn't looking, but suddenly, his head snapped up.
"Now that," He smirked, "I can work with. Oh this will be beautiful. First we have to…" And that started the chain of pulling and pushing and plucking and straightening and curling and a whole bunch of other stuff. Makeup was piled on my face first, and I could honestly say that I didn't like the feeling. It wasn't right, but it was my wedding, and Magnus was so very excited to be my stylist, so I allowed it. About halfway through the curling of my hair, Simon's head poked through the doorway.
"Hey, can I come in?" He asked softly as if he was really interrupting something.
"Of course." I started to turn to face him, but Magnus yanked my head back into place, mumbling for the umpteenth time about how I was going to get myself burned. The groomsman walked around the chair, stopping in front of me to examine Magnus's work so far.
"Wow, Mags." He breathed, admiration evident on his face as he looked at the other man, "You're doing pretty amazing."
"Would you expect anything less?" I could imagine Magnus's eyes narrowing playfully, and Simon laughed.
"Of course not." Si then turned his eyes on me, and they widened just a fraction, "Wow, Clare." His smile only grew, "You look amazing. Jace is gonna have a freaking heart attack. This'll be great." His laugh turned sadistic. Rolling my eyes at his immaturity, I wondered if he was still a twelve year old. He patted me on the cheek, and I swatted his hand away, which was a bad decision. The movement caused my head to go the tiniest bit to the side, but that was enough for the hot iron to burn my ear. I hissed in pain, clenching my fists.
"I told you." Mags muttered under his breath, and I glared at the covered mirror in front of me. No, I wasn't allowed to see myself until he was completely finished. He said it would be for shock factor, but I felt like it was so I couldn't veto anything he did. Luckily, he followed my wishes, and there were no sparkles… so far. I didn't know if I fully trusted him to control himself or not.
"Well." Simon clapped his hands, "I think it's time for me to go and check on the groom. Everyone else might pop in soon to say-"
"No." Magnus cut Si off with the simple word, "They will not. You aren't even supposed to be in here. Have any of you read the definition of the word surprise? It means that you are not supposed to know beforehand, so, if it pleases you, get out." I snorted at Magnus's slight teasing hostility, and Simon got the message.
"Okay, okay." He raised his hands in surrender, "I'll be out of your way." Magnus nodded in affirmation, and Simon offered a small wave over his shoulder before he was out of my line of sight.
"People," He sighed deeply, "Do not understand how I work." I pursed my lips, shoulders shaking with laughter, and I could mentally see him glaring down at me, "Don't ridicule my logic."
"Touchy." I joked, but he only scoffed in reply.
"You realize I can mess up your appearance with a flourish of my hand, right?"
That shut me up pretty quick.
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"Oh my God." The sheet was pulled away from the mirror, and I finally saw my reflection staring back at me. There was no way I was this girl. My mouth formed a perfect 'o' as I touched my cheeks to see if this was actually real, actually me, "This is unbelievable."
"And that, my Darling," Magnus performed a well deserved bow, "Is how you glamify." I nodded numbly, still in shock as I went to touch the intricate up-do that was my hair. To my dismay, he smacked my hand away with a frown, "Don't touch." He commanded, and I simply nodded, "And before you ask, all you have to do is pull out these two bobby pins." he touched two spots on the back of my head, "Then, everything will come tumbling down into perfect curls. I'm sure Jace will be able to figure it out."
I got up slowly, trying not to move and mess up anything. Pretty soon, I realized nothing would be ruined if I was careful, so I jumped up, enveloping Mags in as tight of a hug as humanly possible, "You are absolutely amazing. Oh jeez."
"Wait one minute." He offered me a warm smile before he walked out of the room. I watched him walk away, my smile so big that I thought it would crack my face, then, all of a sudden, I heard, "SHE'S GLAMIFIED!" Echoing through the hall. I resisted the urge to bury my face in my hands as clamoring rose up, "EVERYONE COME SEE HER!" There was a pause, then the door flew open.
"Oh my gosh!"
"You look beautiful!"
"You're stunning!"
"Wow!"
All my friends gushed over me, and I blushed at the compliments.
"Thank you." I whispered softly as I looked down at my feet. Finally, I met there eyes to see sincerity in every pair, "Thank Magnus too. He's the master of all this." They all cheered, taking turns hugging him.
"And this." When everyone stepped back, he gestured up and down my body, "Is how you glamify!"
"Hell yeah it is!" Iz yelled, and I laughed.
"Thanks again Mags." I walked over, giving him a kiss on the cheek then wrapping him in a tight hug. "Alright!" I clapped my hands together, addressing the entire group, "Everyone out except Isabelle." They all booed, but I just rolled my eyes. "Go on." I pushed them toward the door, "Out. Go to the car." Finally, they complied, shuffling into the hall before I closed the door behind them.
"Alright." Izzy beamed at me, walked over to the closet, and opened it to reveal the most beautiful dress I had ever laid eyes on, "Are you ready?" A deep breath entered then exited my lungs as she unzipped the back. Silently, I stepped into it, careful not to look in the mirror behind me. She zipped it up once again, then smiled softly, and I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I slowly turned around, closing my eyes until I fully faced the reflective glass. When I opened them, my hands flew up to cover my mouth.
I made a sound somewhere between a screech and a moan, and I couldn't breathe. This woman staring back at me was a full on bride. All she needed was a veil. Before I knew it, water was welling up in my eyes, and I fanned my face to keep the tears from falling.
"Oh God." My voice cracked. Iz crashed into me, hugging me tightly, "I'm getting married." Giggles bubbled out of my throat, soon turning in to gut aching laughs, "I'm getting married." This time, I screamed the words at the top of my lungs, "Hell yeah!" To be honest, I was pretty (read: extremely) loud, so I wasn't surprised when she started to shush me.
"Yes, we know." A new voice called from the door, and I whipped around to see my mother standing there. The second she saw me fully, she gasped. Her eyes widened, and she took large strides until she stood right in front of me, "You're getting married." Her voice was a soft whisper, "My baby girl is getting married." I could only nod, "Just wait until your brothers and Luke see you."
"Well!" Isabelle clapped her hands together, causing my and my Mom's heads to snap toward her, "I think it's time for us to go!" I pursed my lips together, extreme excitement making my heart pound. Mom and Iz walked for the door, Mom going out first, but I was rooted in place for a second.
"Are you ready?" Isabelle asked over her shoulder as she got into the doorway. I took a deep breath in and out.
"I'm ready." I started to follow, "I'm ready."
Okay, so, ARE YOU READY FOR THE WEDDING?! I mean, of course that's next. But will I make Jace pull a Ross and say Kaelie's name in the vows? (Okay, I'm kidding, that would be flat out, downright evil). Oh, and the best part of writing this: bridezilla was an actual, non-corrected word in my computer. As in, I right clicked on define, and it had a freaking definition! I just thought that was a little great. ANYWAYS…Thanks, my faithfuls.
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