Camille Fray has a normal life.
A young mother, a young sister and a father who died when she was child. Graduated from high school and 2 years into a psych degree. A normal, boring life.
A mundane life.
Or so she thought.
On the night of her sister...
"This is the least revealing thing that you have?" I ask Izzy, looking at the incredibly short black dress with a deep plunging neckline that showed off more cleavage then I'd ever consider revealing...at least, that was before I'd met Izzy.
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"What?" Izzy chuckles, appearing behind me in the mirror, "Next to Clary's, that's the most modest dress I have. Come on, all the naughty bits are covered...a little too much in my opinion"
"And is this thing really necessary?" I gesture to my head chain and Izzy smiles
"Well, no" she pouts, "But I thought we could match. I'm wearing a similar piece tonight"
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"I'm guessing you're dressing the boys, too?" I laugh
"Not Jace, he can handle himself" Izzy ponders, "Alec, however...he does need a little help in that department."
Alec.
The very prospect of wearing this dress in front of him was enough to make me blush tomato red but, thankfully, Izzy had caked so much makeup on my face, it just looked like the tiniest rosy tint to my cheeks.
However, somehow I still think Izzy noticed because she gave me the slyest wink from the corner of her eye. I glare back at her.
"So, um..." Clary spoke, clasping her hands together. Uh oh. I knew her well enough to know that this was the kind of thing she did when she was trying to pry information from someone, "You, Alec and Jace are...what, like, family?"
"Translation" Izzy chuckles, seeing right through her, "You want to know if Jace and I are a thing"
Clary scoffs quietly, "Why would I care?"
"Oh, come on, Clary, you're so obvious" I laugh, sitting down on the bed next to Izzy, pulling the hem of the dress down as I do so.
It really is incredibly short.
"True" Izzy smirks, "But I know you've got the hots for my brother, too...the biological one, that is"
"What?" I raise my eyebrows, trying to play it off, "No, I don't"
