Hey guys, so I wanted to try a different Mortal Instruments FanFiction, so here it is! Tell me what you think!
Isabelle's wedding day was finally here. She looked out the window of the small white house in Manhattan her and Simon had bought only a couple of months ago, to see the white vans pull up on her driveway, delivering the flowers for the big day.
The big white cake, with four tiers and orange lilies, her mother Maryse had mad herself, was sitting in the kitchen, the final touches just being added. Her mother had never really approved of her marrying a vampire, but she had warmed up to him lately. Because Alec had a lovely girlfriend, she was relying on him and Max to give her grandchildren.
Isabelle was sitting in her bedroom, which was filled with anything a bride could ever need for her wedding. Her dress was everything she had ever imagined it to be; an ivory white strapless masterpiece, with a train that ran almost four meters. She had silver tiara, of course, with a white veil dotted with tiny pearly beads and white satin heels. The three black bridesmaids' dresses were hanging on their hooks, waiting to be worn today. They were pretty, of course, but she didn't pick really pretty ones. She didn't want the bridesmaids to look better than her.
The huge garden was filled with endless numbers of white chairs and balloons, and a floral archway, which she and Simon would be married under in a matter of hours.
Today, Simon would be coming back from Las Vegas with Alec, Jace and Eric, where they had his stag night. She wasn't too worried that had been up to no good, because he knew he would be in for it when he got back if he did.
The only thing really wrong with Isabelle's wedding day so far was that the groom hadn't arrived yet. She didn't really know when he was meant to arrive, but she had a feeling that something bad had happened.
She called Jace, but every time she got to his answer phone.
"Hey, it's Jace," she mouthed along with it, "looks like I can't take your call right now, so call me back later. Don't leave a text, it's gay." She heard Alec protest in the background, he was always really sensitive about that subject for some reason, "Sorry, I love the gays, I might even—" it had cut him off at that point. That was the fifth time in an hour that she'd called him, and still, no answer.
"Anything?" Maryse asked, walking away from the window.
"It keeps going straight to voicemail," Isabelle sighed.
"Well, there has to be an explanation," her mother comforted her.
"Sweetie, it's Vegas," her father said. "You can lose track of time in those casinos. There's no windows, no clocks. They are probably on a heater. And you never walk away from the table when you're on a heater."
"You do if you're getting married," Maryse rolled her eyes.
Isabelle's phone rang, and she answered it immediately, almost dropping it in her hands. "Hello?"
"Izzy, it's Jace," he coughed.
"Jace, where the hell are you guys?" She said with a scary-calm voice as she stood up from her chair. "I'm freaking out."
"Eh, listen," he procrastinated. "uh,… we fucked up."
"What are you talking about?" She marched to the other side of the room.
"The bachelor party, the whole night, things got out of control, and, eh, we lost Simon."
"What?" She thought she must be hearing things.
"We can't find Simon."
"What are you saying, Jace?" She almost screamed down the phone. "We're getting married in five hours!"
"Yeah," he said, looking around the deserted streets. "That's not gonna happen."