shadow hunters-the wedding of the cursed and the beautiful

Chapter 4-Isabelle

Isabelle's heart swelled at the sight of Clary walking down the aisle. Isabelle had done her work well, and Clary was the type of person who could pull of simple beauty. So far, everything was going well. But, as the wedding planner, Isabelle wouldn't relax until Clary and Jace were married, and all the guests (other than the blackthorns, who planned on staying another week in the New York institute) were at their own homes, tucked away under the covers. She was practically holding her breath as Clary and Jace each gripped a stele in hand and drew runes on each other. As everyone cheered, she allowed her facade to fade a little, and shed a few tears, which were quickly wiped away, so that no trace of her weakness would show.

Isabelle wasn't really the type to cry at weddings, but her adoptive brother and best friend? She simply couldn't help herself. Honestly, romance was her biggest weakness. Most spats between her and Simon could be solved with a candlelit dinner and a table strewn with rose petals. She laughed to herself as she thought of her and her brothers. Even if they weren't all genetically related, the three siblings could all be summed up in one sentence: hard on the outside, soft in the inside.

The ceremony was over. Guests were filling into the dining room, a giant room of the institute that had been cleared of all furniture and had a large circular table had been placed in the centre. As everyone took a seat, Isabelle took a deep breath to prepare for her speech. She placed her clutch in a random, unoccupied seat, and stood behind it, clutching the high back draped with white satin. She lifted her champagne flute, and the spoon sitting next to her plate and clinked the spoon against the glass, and a soft trinkling sound echoed around the room. "I can honestly say that Clary and Jaces love story belongs in a fairy tale book. It's something concocted by Disney itself, and has no boundaries or limits." Isabelle swallowed and glanced around the room, noticing that Simon had taken the seat to her right, her mother on her left."I can't imagine a world where they aren't together, simply because they are not two people people in love, it's nowhere near as simple as that, they are one entity, only completed when they are together, two halves that make a whole." Isabelle knew what she was supposed to say next; she was supposed to say:so let's raise our glasses to the happy couple, but she was all of a sudden overcome by a mad torrent of tears. She silently cursed herself for letting herself be won over by her emotions, but let Simons gentle hand pull her back into her seat, as Maryse rose and delivered her line, with only a few tears leaking their way out of her eyes, as opposed to Isabelle's weeping mess. She took a dainty sip of the champagne, but despite the tiny quantity of the sip, Maryses eyes rolled back in her head, revealing only the whites. In one smooth, fluid motion, Isabelle whip knocked the glasses out of everyone's hand just before they reached the guests mouths. She saw her mother sprawled across the floor, and Isabelle's heart stopped. She knew her parents were older than the typical shadowhunter, but... I can't lose her, Isabelle thought, especially not on clary and Jaces wedding day...