Smokescreen 》Alec Lightwood

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Adelaide was ignoring the eyes burning into her.

Everywhere she went she could feel the judgmental stares, the unspoken accusations and the hostility coming off of those who were supposed to be her comrades. No one would directly meet her eyes and more often than not, when she entered a room all conversations would cease, a sure fire way to tell that you were the topic of conversation. It seemed that the only person who treated her exactly the same way as they had before the whole mess had begun over a year ago - was Isabelle.

And that was how Adelaide found herself involved in wedding planning.

Isabelle, free from the accusatory stares of the members of the clave had thrown herself into planning Lydia and Alec's wedding without a second thought and surprisingly, Lydia had allowed her to have as much freedom as she desired. Isabelle believed that her accepting behaviour was due to the wedding being about alliances rather than love, but Adelaide was almost certain that it was because Lydia's first wedding, with her true love, would always be the marriage Lydia thought about when the word wedding was mentioned.

Adelaide stared at the assortment of flowers, the different colour schemes, materials and colour combinations laid out on the table. Isabelle was planning everything for the couple; she had even chosen Lydia's dress. So far, the only thing Adelaide had been helpful in doing was tentatively choosing a hairstyle for Lydia, who had smiled gently at her as she squeezed her arm in thanks.

Adelaide had decided that she didn't like weddings at all.

Adelaide was walking behind Isabelle as the girl ordered two women around, chirping happily about lilies and rose petals as Adelaide walked quietly behind. Adelaide growled angrily as she was shoved out of the way by a brunette girl who immediately went to Isabelle's side, holding out two contrasting fabrics.

'Isabelle, which colour do you like better? It's for the curtains adorning the wedding tent.'

Isabelle smiled dreamily at the fabric. 'Cobalt blue, it's elegant, masculine, very Alec.' Isabelle looked over her shoulder at Adelaide who quickly plastered a smile on her face as she nodded in what she hoped looked like approval.

'How are we supposed to get any work done with all this going on?'

Jace pushed past Isabelle and Adelaide, his shoulders tense and his expression annoyed. Adelaide hadn't been able to talk to him since Magnus had dropped the brother bomb on both Alec and Adelaide, and every time she caught sight of him alone she'd blink and then he'd disappear.

Jace was avoiding her.

'We haven't had a wedding here in years!' Isabelle complained as she followed Jace, Adelaide curiously following them both, happy to be free of wedding talk for a few minutes. 'People are allowed to be excited.'

'We need to focus. Have you narrowed down the list of warlocks more powerful than Magnus Bane?'

Isabelle sighed as she left the wedding talk for a second. 'I've got it down to twenty. But it's going to be hard to figure out who cast that spell on Jocelyn.'

'I don't care how tough it is, we've gotta find him. Back at Renwick's, I let Valentine go. I won't make that mistake again.' Jace's voice was hard as he stared at the list of Warlock's Isabelle had put together. 'We've gotta wake up Jocelyn incase she heard anything about his plan.'

'Have you spoken to Alec?' Isabelle asked curiously.

'He's probably busy, what with wedding plans and all.'