***Since only two people reviewed, I wasn't going to upload at first. But then I realized that I love this story way too much to leave it hanging.

Also, a side-note: I loved the character of Jessamine, but she was only described as an airhead in Clockwork Angel. No one realized that she was just as vulnerable, just as fake as Will was. And the teaser from last chapter will be used for Chapter 3. Sorry! (:

So enjoy Jessamine and the story! :p***

A headstrong lady with lush red hair up to her waist and clear green eyes stood in front of the customer, who was to pay her 50 pounds (50 pounds!) for her work.

"What were your thoughts when you passed away, Ms. Marine?" The girl searched the brain of the lady, Marine. Images raced through her mind, as if she were on some deathly fast carousel: extreme coughing and blood were the only things she saw at first. Then the ginger haired man sitting in front of her made an appearance, comforting and crying.

"I was thinking about how to comfort you," the voice escaped without her permission.

"Oh, that's very sweet, my dear Ms. Marine."

"Now, Mr. Harriet, please take care of yourself, for I am sure I wouldn't be pleased if you came back to Heaven without having lead a happy life. My death was most unfortunate, but your sorrows and pain would be more unfortunate indeed."

"Yes, my dear Ms. Marine. Did you love me? And might you happy in Heaven?"

"Of course, Mr. Harriet. Of course I did admire you. I am indeed incredibly happy in Heaven, although I do miss you quite a lot."

"That's all I wanted to know. Take care, my dear Ms. Marine."

"Of course, Mr. Harriet. Of course." This was Tessa Gray's third customer, who was very pleased to see his love happy, and gave the money instantly.

All this money would, of course, be spent on dear James party. He would be happy, she would make sure of that. And she would be happy as well.

"Fifty pounds, eh Tessa?" Will said from across the room. "I have seen so many beautiful woman, all due to you, my dear Ms. Marine," he imitated. Unless he ruined her happiness for good, which he probably would. Tessa just rolled her eyes and changed back to herself.

"That makes 150 pounds, right?"

"Yes."

"All right then, I am starting to get a bit dizzy from all the changing."

"I am already imagining you falling on top of me, dizzy..." She struck him across the face, but lightly.

"Man!"

"I am a woman, William. Anyway, I think we need to do a couple more before we close for the day, eh?"

"Sure. I'll call the next ones in."

The man that walked in was a plump, fair man, with parted brown hair and a suit and tie. "You change?"

"Yes, that would explain why I am in the shop. Now, who do you want me to change into?"

"Marianne Lanes," he said.

"Hand me an object owned by Marianne, Sir."

"There," he said, handing Tessa a sapphire necklace, which was immensely beautiful. She put it on, and she felt like she was going down a hill, on a chariot, without horses, with no way to stop the horrid images of torture in her head, that no doubt Marianne went through. She started to scream. Scream her head off, enough for Will to keep his hand around her shoulder comfortingly.

"Ask-" she breathed, once she was finally calmed down. This was one of the worse ones. "Me. Something."

"Do you still love me?" Her head, covered in pain once more, searched for images of the man in front of her, and how he was related to the lady. Her husband. And she had wanted to run away from him. So no, she didn't love him. In her pain, she hadn't realized she had said the words out loud.

"You bitch!" started the man. "How dare you, after all that I did for you-" She was struck across the face.

"You did nothing for me," Marianne replied calmly, and the words were forced out of her mouth.

It was just like that time with her impersonating Camille.

"Wrong!" He said. He struck her again, the pale skin that covered her face was becoming red from the hits.

"I am right, and you know it, Thomas!" She ducked her head to avoid another hit.

Will came in at that moment. She hadn't noticed him being gone until right now.

"You cannot touch the person, or you have to pay extra!" He took the money out and threw it at Will. "You also cannot harm the person! You have to pay all the money now!" He paid for the money. "Now OUT!" The man scurried out.

Tessa sighed in relief as she slipped back into herself, in her normal form. Her face still held the hits from the previous customer.

"How much money, Will?"

"This man just paid us 80 pounds, so... about 230 pounds. That should be enough."

"Thank god. If I had to change into one more person..."

"You would murder someone."

"Exactly."

"So, should we head home now?"

"Yes. And who should we be inviting?" Tessa asked Will, as they walked back towards the Institute.

"Charlotte's contacts, mainly. Magnus Bane, Camille, the Lightwoods, etc."

"OK. So food won't be all that big of a problem. And then the theme..."

"Masquerade Ball?"

"Sure. Masquerade balls are fun." Will raised his eyebrows.

"Yes. A ton of fun. And we are going to have liquor there."

"Some, not too heavy. We're spending more money on the music."

"But-"

"This is Jem's party, not yours, Will."

"True." They had reached the Institute by now, and Will opened the door for Tessa, since she couldn't open it herself (because she wasn't a Shadowhunter). "You go tell Jessamine about the ball. She'll love the idea."

"Of course she will, Will. What else will she use her dresses for?"

Jessamine Lovelace was looking out her window once more. She tried to imagine London without it's grey, haunting frame, that no matter how hard you tried, you could never look past. It was as if the fog, and gloomy clouds, the dull skies, were all part of the city itself. You could never get rid of it, and London wouldn't be the same without it.

She wondered what it would be like to live in New York, the place where Tessa used to live. She was lucky- at least she hadn't spent most of her life in the gloomiest city in history. Tessa described it such: a sunny place, filled with beautiful, lush parks and chariots, and no traffic, and a lot of factories. One of the parks was called Central Park, she remembered, and it was supposedly a lot like Hyde Park, but simply across the pond.

Maybe one day, when she was out of the Institute, out of the daily reminders of her mother's most dreaded nightmare- to have her daughter become a Shadowhunter, she would venture out to the states. Life would be easier there, where gossip wasn't so big a part of society as in London.

Perhaps Tessa and her would go together, and she wouldn't be so alone there, too. Tessa did to love New York. It would be nice to have her friend with her. She was the only friend Jessamine had ever had other then James, but Jem preferred the company of Will.

Will was a handsome boy, of course. She had been in love with him for the first few years he had rested at the Institute, but alas, this love was based merely on looks. Looks that he excelled in. He was a beautiful, broken toy though. A toy that neither wants to be played with, nor be left alone. He was something of a wonder, now.

The knock on her door was expected at about this time. "What is it, Sophie?" Jessamine said, wearing her mask once more.

"It's me, Tessa."

"Come in," she said. Her voice displayed unpleasantness, but inside she was eager. "What is it, Tessa?"

"Jem has been dying."

"Yes. I know," she said slowly, and sadly.

"So, me and Will decided that we'll make him happy for the rest of the time he is at the Institute."

"By..."

"Doing what he wants with him, listening to him play, throwing him parties... In fact, we're throwing a party this Saturday."

"Really."

"Yes. And it will be a Masquerade Ball."

"That's spectacular. I am so excited, Tessa!"

"Jessamine, would you like to accompany me to a visit to the city? I am searching for a ball gown, and there is no one with better expertise to help me find a dress." Really? She was a good expertise? Aw. She felt flattered.

"Of course," she said happily. "Let's go!" So after some shopping around the squares, she finally settled on a crimson red gown, which had a satin bow and belt around the waist in gold. She also bought golden pins and ribbons and accessories for Tessa. Of course, it was a bit expensive, but no worries. Tessa was her friend.

"This dress is amazing, Jessamine. I haven't an idea how to thank you."

"No need. It was my pleasure, Tessa." The ride back was silent, and they were at the Institute in no time.

"Now, it's only till Saturday before we reach the ball, right Tessa?"

"Yes, Jessamine. Only until Saturday."

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