clace jealousy

10. What Type of Waiters Do You Hire Here?

"Can't I just have my hair down?" Clary asked as Izzy put hair pin after hair pin in her hair.

"No," Izzy replied.

Clary sighed and picked up her phone.

Are you ready? Jace had texted her.

No. Izzy's still stabbing my head with hair pins, Clary texted back

Clary could almost sense him chuckling in his room. She just rolled her eyes.

"What?" Izzy asked her, seeing her eye roll.

"Oh nothing," Clary responded.

"Mhm," Izzy said, paying more attention to Clary's hair then to Clary herself.

A few minutes later, Izzy said, "There! You're all done!"

"Great!" Clary said, excited for her date with Jace.

"Thank you, Izzy!" Clary said, reaching over to hug her soon to be sister in law.

"You're welcome!" Izzy said, hugging her back, careful not to crease the dress.

"Now go before Jace knocks my door down out of impatience," Izzy said, releasing Clary.

"Okay," Clary said, walking to the door.

She opened it and saw Jace leaning casually on the wall next to Izzy's room. Although the tuxedo he was wearing was far from casual.

"You look beautiful," Jace said, taking in her floor length red dress, eyeing the slit of the dress with interest.

"Thanks, you look pretty sharp yourself," Clary said.

"May I escort you to the limo m'lady?" he asked, holding out his arm.

"Limo? Fancy!" Clary said, slipping her arm in his. "Is today some anniversary of ours that I forgot?"

Jace laughed. "If it is, then I forgot too."

"Why are we being so posh?" Clary asked.

"Izzy got us reservations at some fancy restaurant and ordered a limo, then handed me the bill this morning," Jace answered.

"Ah," Clary said, understanding.

"Hurry up!" Izzy yelled at them through the door. "They're going to give your reservation away in ten minutes!"

Clary and Jace rolled their eyes at Izzy, but hurried to the restaurant nonetheless.

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"Hi! Do you have a reservation?" The hostess had a slight French accent.

"Yes, under the name Herondale," Jace answered.

She checked her tablet and said, "Ah! Yes, here you are. Right this way please."

She lead them toward a table but Jace asked, "Pouvons-nous avoir quelque chose d'un peu plus privé?" (translation: could we have something more private?) After getting over the initial shock of hearing him speak French, the hostess led them to a more secluded area.

"Votre serveur sera avec vous dans un instant," she said, handing them the menus. (Translation: Your server will be with you in a moment.)

"Merci beaucoup," Jace said. (Translation: Thank you very much)

She nodded and left.

"Wow," Clary said.

"What?" Jace asked, looking up from the menu.

"She might be the first female I've met that didn't try to flirt with you," Clary said.

"Izzy's never tried," he responded.

Clary gave him a look. "You know what I mean."

He chuckled, "I don't know, I don't really notice when girls flirt with me anymore. Not since I met you."

Clary didn't say anything, just smiled and continued to look at the menu.

"Savez-vous ce que vous voulez?" (translation: Do you know what you want?) A waitress asked them, also having a French accent, but a little thicker than the hostess's.

"Oui, Nous aurons le spéciale maison," Clary said. (Translation: We'll have the house special)

She nodded. "Bien sûr. Ce sera tout?" (Translation: Of course. Will that be all?)

"Oui," Clary said, handing her the menus.

"I didn't know you knew how to speak French," Jace said once the waitress left.

"Well, after Alec took over teaching me, we didn't make out all the time, we actually studied. So now I'm fluent in: French, Italian, Spanish, Mandarin, and I'm working on my Greek and Latin." Clary said casually like knowing that many languages was nothing.

Jace looked a little surprised but then in the end he just said, "It's good to know that you and Alec don't make out in the library all the time."

Clary hit him, but he knew it was playfully because he could see her lips twitch a little.

After they had a delicious meal, they were ordering dessert.

"Do you know what you want?" a voice that seemed familiar to Clary asked.

They looked up and saw none other than the boy from the park.

"Luis?" Clary asked.

"Hello Clarissa," he said.

Jace looked between them, not recognizing him because he hadn't seen him in the park.

"Do you two know each other?" he asked.

"You could say that," Clary said.

"Clarissa, I need you to come with me," Luis said abruptly.

"What makes you think that I'm going to do that?" Clary asked, glaring at him, not liking the way he demanded it.

"I don't know, maybe to save your boyfriend's life?" he said, then suddenly he had Jace in a choke hold with a dagger pointed at his throat.

Hey guys! Hope you liked it! Okay, so some of my lovely French readers have told me that some of the French in this chapter isn't correct, so I'm sorry! My French isn't very good at the moment, I'm still in the process of learning it so I had to use Google Translate for a lot of it. Sorry again, I'll try to fix it if I can!

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