My sad explanation is at the bottom.

Clary POV

"But what if he—" I began once more, much to the annoyance of Isabelle.

"Clary, I know you're nervous and all, but shut the hell up." She said, exasperated. "I'm sure Jace won't do anything stupid. Ninety-five percent sure at least."

Isabelle's reassurances did nothing to pacify my nervous, racing heart. Just then a knock sounded on the door. My mom opened the door to reveal Simon, looking very uncomfortable in his rental suit. But his eyes lit up and his breath left in a rush as he gazed upon on me.

"Clary, you look beautiful. Jace is going to blow a gasket when he sees you walking down the aisle." He smirked before adding, "You could be the first person in history to shock him speechless. What a wonderful wedding gift that would be."

I shoved his shoulder, "You don't look so bad yourself. Trying to impress certain black-haired beauty?" I raised both my eyebrows at him as his face colored slightly.

Isabelle chose that moment to intrude. "Okay Simon, out you go." She demanded, gently—for Isabelle—pushing his out of the room. "We need to get into place soon, and I think Clary should have some time to herself before she becomes Mrs. Jace Lightwood. Besides, you've left Jace all alone for about five minutes. Who knows what he's gotten into in that time?" I smiled weakly at my best friend; her last comment about Jace rekindled my worries that he might so something stupid and Jace-like.

I thought back to the day when Jace proposed to me (well, more like told me to marry him) when the shutter-like windows suddenly popped opened. I turned, startled, to find Jace standing in front of the open glass, his eyes staring at me like I was the only person in his world.

"You look beautiful." He whispered, and suddenly he was right in front of me, his body not even a few inches away. Mesmerizing golden orbs stared into soul as his hands cradled my face. He ran his thumbs over my cheeks, as if he couldn't believe I was here, in a white dress, minutes away from marrying him.

"Jace, what are you doing here?" I whisper-shouted. If Isabelle found him in here…it would be safe to say she'd skin him alive, groom or no groom. "It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."

"When have you ever known me to follow the rules? I just couldn't stay away from you." He whispered the last part in my ear. Jace's warm breath tickled my neck and gently swayed my dangly earrings. His hands traced my curves and gripped my hips, pulling me closer towards him. I swallowed as he placed a kiss on my neck, right beneath my ear, and dragged his lips up across my jaw and to the corner of my mouth, kissing everything in between. I closed my eyes, waiting for his lips kiss mine. But his mouth hovered just above mine, a millimeter from touching my lips. Just as I was about to lean in, he pulled back with a smirk and chuckled, "We can't go ruining your lipstick now, can we Clarissa?"

I attempted to smack him for that last comment, but he ducked out of the way and said, "That's my girl." Before I could react, he was out the window and the door to the room opened. Luke poked his head in and grinned at me.

"You look absolutely gorgeous Clary. Are you ready?" Before I knew it, I was half-way down the aisle with my arm in Luke's. I looked up and saw the faces of everyone I loved on the dais; mom, Isabelle, Simon, Alec, and Jace. Jace. His expression was nervous, but he had a mischievous smile on his face that instantly relaxed and worried me at the same time. Luke placed my hand in Jace's and said, "Take good care of her." It almost sounded like a threat, but Luke smiled at us, unable to be stern.

The ceremony went whizzing by me until we got to the "I do's".

"Jonathon Christopher Lightwood, do you…" The rest of his words were lost on me, as Jace was staring into my eyes with a burning intensity.

"I do." The simple words flowed gracefully from his mouth, and the priest turned his attention to me.

"Clarrisa M…" I was enraptured by Jace's eyes again before the priest even finished my name. I tuned in just in time to hear the shocking words come out of the priest's mouth. "And do you promise to put up with him and his…uh…asshatty ways?" The poor priest stumbled over the words written on a torn slip of paper, and Jace smirked. I narrowed my eyes and my almost-husband and just shook my head. To tell the truth, I didn't expect any less from him.

"I do." As the words left my mouth, the priest announced us husband and wife, and finally allowed Jace what he was yearning for the entire day.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Jace cupped my face with his hands and gently kissed my mouth, but I was having none of that. I threw my arms around his neck, bouquet and all, and kissed him harder. He responded with equal passion, but we pulled back when we heard the applause from the small audience we had invited. Jace took my hand and we faced the audience. I didn't delude myself into thinking this would be a fairytale ending; there would be arguments, fights, and more than a few demons to conquer, but we would get through all that. The battle would make life worth living.

I'm so sorry this came so late. I could sit here and list all my excuses, but it just comes down to one thing. I just didn't know how to end this chapter. I must've started several times, but I couldn't come up with anything better. This is my sad excuse for a final chapter, and I'm not very pleased with it. I don't blame anyone for not wanting to review after waiting for such a long time only to be dissapointed by this, but if you have a few words to offer, you know what to do.

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