After training Clary was tired so she had taken a nap. She woke up to her mother leaning over her and gently shaking her.

"Clary, you have to get ready for the ball, it's in an hour!" She said in a calm voice. Clary bolted up at the news and ran into the bathroom to do her hair. After a few minutes her mother nocked on the door and came in.

"Here, let me do that." Clary took her hands out of her hair and let her mother fix it up. After about ten minutes her mother was done. Clary turned around and looked in the mirror. Her mother had left Clarys hair natural. (Curly.) But curled the bits of her red hair that needed more bounce. Making her hair look fully curled and neat. Clary turned her head in all different directions in the mirror to see as much as she could of her hair.

"Thank you." She said. Her mother just put a hand on her shoulder.

"Now, let's do you make up." So Clary followed her mother back into the bedroom and sat down and the makeup table. It was a small, oak table, her mother had put out a whole bunch of makeup that covered half of the table. Her mother had put black eyeliner and mascara on her, making her green eyes pop. She also applied a bit of light pink blush and pale red lipstick.

"Oh my god mom, thank you." Clary never wore makeup. So this was a giant change for her.

"Now Clary, you can't go to the ball it that." Clary looked down at herself. She was still wearing her fighting gear from training in the morning. Clary moved to her bed and bent down to pick up her dress that she had put under the bed in its box. She went into the bathroom and changed. When she stepped out her mother smiled.

"By the Angle Clary, you're beautiful and all grown up." Clary walked to the full length mirror behind her mother. She really was beautiful. Her dress was long and clung at her waste, making it look like she had a bit of curve to her. The silver heels she wore made her an extra two inches tall. Her makeup and hair where done beautifully. She didn't see herself any longer. She saw a beautiful, young woman. She know how cheesy that sounded to herself, but it was true, and it was the only words she could find to explain herself.

"Thank you mom, for all of this." Clary gestured at herself.

"Oh, you're welcome sweetie." Clary walked out to the front door, and stopped to let her mother catch up to put on her shoes. "I'll walk you there; it's only about a five minute walk. But I don't want you to get lost to pay attention to the landscape and turns off and into streets. Okay?" Clary nodded, and then opened the door into the cool air of the night.

He mother dropped her off at the front steps, once she said goodbye to her Clary turned around and walked up the steps into the golden building. It was a big building, with music playing. It wasn't really classical, but it was close to it. She couldn't really explain it. The room she was in was all gold. There was a small space in the middle if the room that was full of couples dancing. All around them there were people chatting with one another. In a corner of the room there was a table with different kinds of wines on it. When Clary looked around she could tell that she was the only person that didn't have someone to talk to her. In till she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to face Magnus Bane in a grey glittering tuxedo.

"Hello there, biscuit. You look very pretty."

"Oh, Magnus Bane! Hello." Clary looked down at herself. "Oh, and thank you."

"Please, call me Magnus." He looked around the room for a moment. "Let me guess, I'm the only person you know here, right?" Clary nodded, just as a guy around her age walked up to them. He had black hair and blue eyes, he was wearing a navy blue tuxedo that made the blue in his eyes stand out a bit more. He looked at Clary then at Magnus.

"Magnus, I hate to interrupt you but, would you like to dance?" The guy held out his hand. He looked a bit shy. Magnus looked at Clary.

"Well I'm sorry to cut this conversation short biscuit, but I'm going to dance with my boyfriend." Clary nodded at the two males.

"That's fine, have fun." Said Clary and they walked away from her. Clary had no idea what to do next. and without thinking about it, took a blind step backwards and tripped, she was about to land on the hard gold floor, before a hand reached out at picked her up from behind her. She turned around to face another guy her age. He had gold hair and skin; he was wearing a pure dark black tuxedo. She couldn't help but realize that his eyes here gold too. She had to tilt her head up to meet the boy's eyes. "I'm so sorry!" She said. The guy just smiled and looked her over. Clary couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable and blush a bit, but she figured that the blush her mother had but in her earlier covered that up.

"That's fine."

"Thank you."

"Ahh, you're welcome. What's your name?" Asked the guy.

"Clary Fr- Fairchild. Yours?"

"Jace Herondale." He was still smiling, but not as strongly anymore. Clary was about to turn around to leave before she felt him lightly grab her arm and turn her around.

"Now, Clary Fairchild. Would you like to dance?" Jace put his hand out. Clary looked around. There was no one else she could talk to, so it was either she danced with Jace or stood alone in a corner of the room. She grabbed his hand.

"Sure." And he led her to the middle of the dance floor. The song was slow, like all the other songs and she realized just how close they would have to get and felt uncomfortable. As they began to dance, Jace began to talk.

"So Clary, do you live here? Or are you just here for the ball?" Clary looked up into Jace's gold eyes.

"I'm just here for the ball. What about you?" He looked down at her and smiled.

"Same and you know Clary, that you're very beautiful." Clary couldn't believe her ears. A guy had never really called her beautiful. Other than her best friend Simon. But they were best friends, so that didn't really count. Clary was speechless.

"Th- thank you. You're very handsome." His smile turned into a small smirk.

"I know." He said. Clary giggled. He pulled he a bit closer.

"So you're that type of guy." Clary took a step back and Jace twirled her, then they went close together again.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means..." Clary had a wide smile. She was glad that she was dancing and talking with a boy, and having fun. "It means that you're the type of guy who is arrogant, and I'm just hoping for everyone's sake, that you're also the type of guy who jokes around about it, and is not a total jerk face."

"A jerk face. Wow." Clary giggled again.

"You're funny Jace."

"So are you Clary." The song ended and they broke apart. A girl walked up to them. She was wearing a long, red, silk dress and had jet black long hair, she also had a ruby necklace around her neck and a gold bangle bracelet around her arm. Jace smiled at Clary and turned to look at the girl.

"Jace, it's time to go." Said the girl. Jace looked and Clary.

"Clary, I would like you to meet my half-sister, Isabel Lightwood. Isabel, I would like you to meat Clary Fairchild." Isabel extended a hand to Clary and she shook it, but quickly looked at Jace again.

"Jace come on, time to go!"

"Okay, okay, I'll meet you by the front door." He said. Isabel turned around and stalked off in the direction of the front door. Jace turned around to look back at Clary. "Well, I have to go. But it was fun to dance and get to know you Clary." He leaned down and kissed Clary on the forehead. Clark felt herself shiver all down her body. She wasn't expecting him to kiss her, even if it was just on her forehead.

"Same thing here, goodbye, Jace." He smiled at her and turned around and disappeared into the crowd of people.