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The hmmm thing – Will has started calling Alec dad and Magnus Magnus.
Camille smiled as one of her 'friends' – people who followed her around to bask in reflected glory and bitched about her behind her back – laced up the back of her expensive, heavy dress and tied it at the bottom. It was a concoction of white silk and pearls, the skirts gathered at the sides and then at the bottom flowing freely into a very long, but not ridiculously so, train. There were diamonds and pearls stitched into a swirling glittery design at the top of the bodice, and the whole ensemble was to be set off with a diamond tiara that had been Magnus's grandmothers – she had been some sort of important figure somewhere in the world – once she had had her hair done, and silk gloves that went up to her elbows.
"Is the hair stylist ready?"
She asked regally, glaring at one of her bridesmaids, who were dressed in blood red floor length dresses with black sashes. She smiled back sweetly.
"Yes, Camille, she is just about to start, and so is the lady who is doing your make up."
"Good. I want you to make sure that it is perfect."
"Yes Camille."
She closed her eyes as someone got to work on her face, perfecting the perfections, smoothing over the non existent flaws. Everything had to be perfect today; because today was the day everything came into place. Not even that brat Will would be able to stop it. Finally, Camille would well and truly become part of New York's elite – she was practically one anyway, but with Magnus as her husband, it would be official.
She was sat like that, perfectly still, perfectly sharp in the mind, eyes still closed, for the entire hour that it took. And when she was ready, she stroked the ruby necklace, the necklace that was part of a pair, that Magnus had given her, off of the table, and fastened the heavy jewel around her neck. Then she stood up, and she walked out of the apartment, the girls trailing after her like a trickle of blood. Time to rule.
This city was hers for the taking.
When Alec looked again, peering out from behind the tree with one arm wrapped around Jace and the other covering his mouth to stop him from speaking, he realised that the chairs weren't white at all but black and covered in thousands of diamantes that glittered in the sunlight. There was a red carpet and red and black glittery streamers and lanterns swaying through the trees around the clearing. The seats were slowly filling, the occupants in black and red. It was gorgeous, and he had seen it all before, because whenever Magnus had been planning his dream wedding to Alec, it had looked like this. So this was Magnus's dream wedding. Hell, by the end of their relationship it had been Alec's dream wedding. But it wasn't Alec that Magnus was going to promise away his life to. It was Camille.
Alec loosened his arms and Jace burst free, not speaking but instead peering around the tree below Alec. It would have been funny, like when they used to play spies, but it somehow was not.
"Alec…why are we staring at the wedding and not moving on?"
"Magnus."
"Yeah, I get that romantic stuff reminds you of Magnus, but…"
"Magnus."
"Alec, are you going crazy?"
" No. Look. It's Magnus. It's his wedding. Today is the day he marries Camille. In the ceremony he said he always would have wanted for me and him. If it ever got to it."
"Oh. Well, then, we should go."
"No. I'm staying."
Jace sighed and ran a hand through his hair, still in spy mode.
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Am I not going to be able to persuade you otherwise?"
"No."
"Well then, let's get comfy. And wait for the show to start. And for Clary to turn up."
"Good."
Jace sighed.
"Look, Alec, I know that this is big, but… why do you want to stay? Why do you want to see this? Why do you want to put yourself through it?"
"I just do. I can't miss it. It wouldn't be right."
"Right..."
"Jace please just leave it!"
"Alright, alright!"
"Will, this is a terrible idea, I don't know why you dragged me here, this is stupid!"
"No it isn't."
The two boys were sat side by side right at the back of the set of chairs, which were glittering in the sunlight – Camille and Magnus had really overdone it on that front. In fact, they had overdone everything, but that was their style. Will had finally, after a lot of whining, gotten Max to go to the event but he clearly wasn't happy about it. But he was there, and that was the main thing. Everything was coming into place.
Magnus stood at the altar, fiddling with his cuffs and waiting for his bride. Today, now was when he married Camille.
And there she was.
She smiled slightly at him as she walked up the aisle, looking beautiful, looking majestic, her red lips and the necklace decorating her throat the only sparks of brightness. She was beautifully pale. She drew up to him and grabbed his hands, pecking him softly on the lips, giggling a little. And as many incentives as she may have had to marry him, in that one moment she appeared to be truly happy to see him. She drew back, and her eyes glittered.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…"
Magnus stared into Camille's beautiful green orbs that danced and span and had mysterious and fascinating depths which he only dreamed of knowing fully. Her eyelashes, meticulously curled and painted to bring out the brightness, the thin line of black that framed her eyes with not even the tiniest flaw or kink to make her not quite perfect. Her lips were shocking red, as per usual, one hint of normality. Here it was. The jump. All he had to do was step off into this abyss with Camille. Nothing could stop them.
"But first, if any one here knows any reason why this man and this woman may not be married, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
"I know one."
Magnus and Camille whipped their heads around. Will was stood up, chin up proudly, and a boy who looked exactly like Magnus was standing by his side.
This couldn't be happening.
Sorry its short, but I felt I ought to give you something. xxx