Clary's POV

I glanced at the clock out of my peripheral vision turning my head slightly and earning my hair being pulled back harshly to straighten my head. It was 8:30.

"I said no moving." Izzy went back to twirling small sections of my hair and pinning them up to the top of my head. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could still feel hair against my back. It had been a long hour-and-a-half. When I first got in the room I was given a bottle of cucumber melon scented body lotion and sent to the bathroom to brush my teeth and apply the lotion all over. Izzy repeated 'all over' twice making sure I understood not to miss any spots. Next thing I know Maia's giving me a pedicure with tools that look like something from a work shop and complaining that my heels looked like an old women's. Magnus worked on filing and shaping my fingernails, sputtering that they had been badly neglected. Magnus left after finishing with shaping saying he barely saw Alec all day. Aline offered to take over with painting a French manicure and took out some white, peach, and clear coat nail polish. Izzy put all sorts of weird products in my hair before blowing it out. Izzy sat in front of my face plucking my eye brows and belittlingly explaining to me what tweezers were. Then she applied lotion, foundation, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, and mascara. At one point she came at me with something that she clamped on each one of my eyelashes; that was rather uncomfortable. Aline and Maia both left around 8:00 after my manicure and pedicure were done so they could get ready. That left me and Izzy. After my makeup was done to her liking, she went back to attack my hair again.

"Ok Clary your hair looks good. Finally. How do you deal with those curls everyday?" She stood back appraising me with a smile. I rolled my eyes.

"I usually just let it dry by itself." She scowled at me.

"It usually looks like a bird's nest. Here. Carefully. Carefully. Put this on without touching it to your face. I already unzipped it for you. You step into it, DO NOT try to put it over your head. You'll ruin all my work and the dress." She handed me a white dress and white bra and panty matching set and turned around. I took off the black robe and the bra I was wearing in favor of the white padded push-up bra Izzy had given me.

"Izzy I already have underwear on." I started to step into the dress.

"No you don't. That is a matching set. You're wearing the underwear I gave you."

"Ugh. Fine." I stepped back out of the dress and kicked off my practical underwear in place of the tiny lacy thong. These were not the kind of underwear I usually wore.

"You can't wear just any underwear with that dress Clary, you'd have panty lines on your derriere. Bet you're thanking me now for that bikini wax I bought for you Wednesday." She snickered. I slowly pulled on the white spandex dress. It was tight. It definitely hugged my body everywhere.

"No. That hurt like hell. I will never thank you for that. I felt violated." I grimaced remembering the horrible experience. Though, it did make a difference when I put that tiny bathing suit on earlier. I pulled the 1 inch straps up to my shoulders and tried to adjust my top. The dress had a cross-front top with a plunging v-neck that was reinforced with a bra besides the padded push-up Izzy had already given me. Luckily the thin sleeves of the dress matched up perfectly to the bra straps. I adjusted the top until it was as comfortable as I could get it. I had the allusion of a whole lot of cleavage.

"You're just saying that because you feel uncomfortable with your sexuality. You'll get over it. Just be thankful I didn't make you get the Brazilian wax like I got." The dress was really short. It came to about halfway down my thigh.

"I'm ready for you to zip me up. I still don't get what more they could have done." Izzy laughed out loud.

"They could have done it all." I gave her a horrified look. She laughed again and came over and zipped up my dress.

"You look amazing. I was a little afraid the bra wouldn't work with that dress, but it's perfect. Here put these on and the shoes." She handed me a pair a thin large gold hoops and pointed to a strappy pair of white heels on the floor. She opened the closet and started pulling out a dress and heels for herself. She had done her makeup and hair while she was getting me ready, so she really only had to put her clothes on. I put the hoops on and picked up the shoes.

"Izzy these are way too high." I whined.

"Those are only like 3 inches tops. You should see my heels." She turned around and changed out of her shorts and t-shirt and into her black dress. It was just as tight as the one I was wearing, with a plunging neckline as well, I thought I had cleavage, she looked outrageous. Her dress was also noticeably shorter than mine, or looked shorter because her legs are so long, and it had large sections on both of her sides cut out where the skin was exposed. I was still trying to fasten the strap on my first shoe. She pulled on these black strappy sandals that had to be like 7 inch heels.

"Izzy those are ridiculous. How can you even walk in those?" She threw her hair over her shoulder and took several poses in front of the full length mirror.

"Practice my dear…God Clary. Do you even know how to put shoes on?" She came over and quickly fastened my straps, taking my hand and helping me up to my feet. She threw on dangly silver earrings, not hoops, these were a couple inches long and had clusters of black beads hanging down, almost like a bunch of tiny grapes. She shoved on a couple dozen silver bangle bracelets on each wrist and a silver anklet. She jingled whenever she moved her hands.

"Almost ready. One more thing. Sit." I sat back in the vanity chair and she put on chapstick and lipstick before putting on lip gloss. How much stuff do you really need on your lips? She grabbed a white clutch off the dresser and dropped all three lip products into it.

"For touch ups. You want your lips to look kissable at all times." She smiled and handed the clutch to me before grabbing a black one for herself and throwing a couple things in it.

"Ok. You can go look now. But we have to go so no time for changes. You might want to throw your ID and some money in the clutch too, not that you'll need it. The guys should all me lining up to buy you drinks." I looked at myself in the mirror and was taken back. Izzy really could work miracles. I looked a little like a runway model, well besides the fact I was about 6 inches too short to be a model.

"Izzy we're not even 21 yet. We won't be drinking anything but soda." Izzy laughed.

"Clary. Clary. Clary. I know the guy that checks IDs at the door, Meliorn. He'll let us all in for sure, no problem. We'll just have to give him a little kiss on the cheek." Izzy made a coy face and I frowned.

"Jordan and Maia know two of the bartenders, Bat and Freaky Pete." My eyes got big and Izzy laughed.

"They're just nick names, but try to stay away from Freaky Pete, he's kind of slimy. Oh and Magnus totally knows the son of the guy that owns the place, Ragnor or something. We're golden." She flashed me a smile and pranced over to the door.

"Ready darling?" I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Sure. Let's go." She flashed me a mischievous smile and walked out the door.


Jace's POV

"I'm going to check on them." I looked at my watch it was 9:20.

"No. I'm sure they'll be right out." Maia glowered at me.

Everybody was ready and waiting in the living room, why couldn't Clary and Izzy get ready on time. This was Izzy's idea. I heard the hallway door open and close.

"Finally." Maia gave Jordan a whack on the arm.

"Who's ready to get this party started?" Izzy's voice preceded her down the hall. Izzy walked around the corner into the living room.

"Izzy you look like a tramp." If looks could kill I'd be dead. Again.

"You're such an ass Jace. I look damn hot and you know it."

"Izzy you look incredible." Simon's eyes were all big and stupid and he looked like he was drooling.

"Thank you Simon, at least somebody knows how to give a compliment." Izzy looked behind her.

"Are you coming Clary, or did I just spend 2 hours working on you for nothing?" Izzy stood off to the side letting Clary by. I felt my breath catch. She looked amazing.

"Clary. What. Did. Izzy. Do?" Simon enunciated each word. He looked panicked. He got off the couch and started making his way to Clary reaching for the hem of his shirt.

"STOP. Right there. If you take off your shirt and try to throw it over her by God Simon I will strike you where you stand." Izzy had her hands on her hips and looked livid. Half the room started cracking up.

"Clary, you look so grown-up." Maia cooed.

"You look positively marvelous darling. Both of you." Magnus chimed.

"You look beautiful." The words were out of my mouth before I knew what I had said. A blush crept onto her face. It was so adorable. Izzy looked at me like I was crazy.

"Alright lets go. We already know how hot we look." Izzy grabbed Clary's hand and yanked her towards the door.

As Clary brushed by me she glanced up at me and I caught her shoulder gently and leaned in to whisper into her ear.

"You do look beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking." Her cheeks turned a deep scarlet.

"Thank you."

"God Clary. Are you going to turn beet red every time somebody says you look attractive? I guess I didn't need to put that blush on you after all?" Izzy squinted at me in an intimidating manner and yanked Clary away, but not before my hand trailed the entire length of her arm. I felt her body quiver under my touch. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her so bad.


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