Hi everyone, sorry for the late update, but here it is!

The sun cast a glittering gleam on the beach waves.

"It's a bit tacky," Magnus sniffed, expensive shoes shuffling through the sand. Using a free hand, he picked at the invisible pieces of lint on his navy blue tuxedo.

Alec shifted a bit next to him, adorned in a matching blue suit. "It's not that bad."

Magnus tightened his arm around Alec's waist. "Jace usually has wonderful taste, but isn't a beach wedding kind of cliché?"

"Maybe," Alec admitted.

Magnus then leaned in and kissed Alec passionately. Surprised, Alec's eyes darted around furtively, as if he were afraid of being watched.

"Don't be so paranoid," Isabelle scoffed, sauntering up next to the couple. "It's not like everybody doesn't already know about your relationship with Magnus."

Alec glanced at Isabelle again before returning Magnus' kiss.

"Do you want to have a beach wedding?" Magnus whispered quietly.

Alec recoiled in surprise. "What?"

"Too soon?" murmured Magnus, who looked slightly disappointed.

"Too soon," Simon echoed, slightly breathless from racing to catch up with Isabelle's long strides. "You guys have only known each other for what, a year?"

"Just because you only met me six months ago at the hospital doesn't mean that I didn't know Alec before then," Magnus replied defensively.

Isabelle shrugged, her teal chiffon dress blowing slightly in the wind. Her bridesmaid dress was sleeveless, with an embellished golden belt, and fit perfectly, hugging her curves. "Simon, leave poor baby Magnus alone," she said teasingly, before pecking Simon on the cheek, almost knocking his glasses of his face.

Simon reached up to balance them before taking off his light blue blazer and setting it on Isabelle's shoulders. "The sea breeze is freezing. I don't want you to catch a cold," he said protectively.

"Careful with that blazer, Isabelle, I have a feeling that's the most expensive suit Lewis has ever worn," a voice said. Turning, the group of four saw Jace Wayland.

Golden hair slicked back, Jace's eyes twinkled as he twirled in his white tuxedo. "How do you guys like the venue?"

Magnus looked like he was about to remark on its tackiness, but Jace continued, "Clary chose it."

Magnus bit back his retort and Alec suppressed his laughter.

"It's wonderful!" Isabelle exclaimed, grabbing Simon's hand enthusiastically. "Simon and I went to the spa the other day and it was simply divine!"

Simon chuckled a bit but took his glasses off and began to polish them, a tell-tale sign that he was embarrassed or nervous. Pulling Simon aside, Jace winked at him. "Did you make some unforgettable memories with Isabelle? I made sure to reserve one hotel room for the two of you."

Simon put his glasses back on and shrugged Jace off. "You're already old enough to get married and yet you're still oozing with innuendos."

Jace laughed and clapped his friend on the back.

"Jace!" He turned and saw a pretty brunette bounded up to him. Her ponytail almost hit her date in the face as she walked in her platform heels.

"Hi Maia!" Jace greeted enthusiastically, before pretending to wolf-whistle as he appraised her. Wearing a pale pink dress with a sweetheart neckline, she was just as stunning as he remembered.

"Watch it, Jace," Maia's date threatened, but his eyes were dancing playfully.

"Jordan, long time no see." The two men embraced in a friendly hug. "You're looking sharp…"

Though Jordan's black suit highlighted his muscles, the pink tie drew away from his masculine figure. "Maia insisted," he whispered, making sure Maia was out of earshot.

"I know what you mean. There isn't anything a man won't do for the woman he loves."

A few hundred feet away, in an elegant dressing room near the beach, Clary Fray was wringing her hands.

"Don't worry so much," Aline said, placing a reassuring hand on Clary's back. Clary, sitting down in front of a vanity mirror, frowned.

"What if the music doesn't play? What if one of the dishes tastes unsatisfactory? What if—" Clary pressed a hand to her cheek.

"Oh my, you've ruined your makeup again with your frenetic worrying," Aline murmured, grabbing a makeup brush from the dresser. "Hold still."

While reapplying pink powder onto Clary's cheeks, she continued speaking. "I'll make sure the music plays, alright? As for the dishes—Mrs. Lightwood hired the most prestigious chefs from around New York to cook for this wedding. Nothing will go wrong. Unless she accidentally asked Gordon Ramsay to come, in which case we'll all be bawling within minutes of the start of the wedding."

Seeing Clary's stricken look, Aline immediately amended, "I was just kidding. Mrs. Lightwood isn't dumb."

Shaking her curly red hair—earning another reprimand from Aline, who had watched the hairdressers spend three hours on Clary's hair this morning—Clary sighed. "I'm so glad Mrs. Lightwood came through."

"Yeah, to be honest, I didn't think she would let Jace marry you, but you won her over."

"I wouldn't go as far to say that I won her over. She just doesn't hate me anymore… but she doesn't like me either."

"You have a whole lifetime to change that," Aline said excitedly. "Can you believe that you're going to be Mrs. Jace Wayland in an hour?"

"'Mrs. Jace Wayland'?" Jocelyn asked haughtily, entering the room. "Clarissa Fray will still be Clarissa Fray—except with a 'Wayland' tacked on to the end of her name. Marrying someone doesn't change you as a person, Clary. Remember that."

Clary stood up from the chair and embraced her mother. "I will. Thanks so much." Though Jocelyn's words sounded harsh, Clary couldn't blame her after Jocelyn's marriage with Valentine.

A few tears dripped from Jocelyn's eyes. "I can't believe you're getting married today."

"To be honest, me neither."

"You've grown to be so beautiful and intelligent—Jace is one lucky man."

Isabelle rushed into the room. "Clary, it's time! Mrs. Fray, let me fix your eye makeup real fast. You should have used waterproof mascara, because weddings are sentimental occasions!"

Isabelle gently seated Jocelyn and hurriedly pulled out her makeup bag.

"Don't worry yourself," Jocelyn smiled at Isabelle. "I'm sure Mrs. Lightwood's many makeup artists are around somewhere. I'll get fixed up and be out in a minute. Why don't you go with Clary and Aline?"

The three girls nodded and Isabelle, taking care not to sully Clary's white gown, pulled her friend outside.

The church, located right next to the beach, was teeming with people. Clary and Jace's close friends—Aline, Isabelle, Simon, Alec, Magnus, Maia, and Jordan—were given front row seats. Mrs. Lightwood and Jocelyn also took their places in the front row.

The rest of the church was filled with the remaining two hundred or so people—Mrs. Lightwood couldn't resist from capitalizing on this momentous occasion. Some were students, who Jace barely knew, and others were journalists waiting to plaster "Principal's Son, Jace Wayland, Gets Married in a Beach Wedding" on tomorrow's newspapers.

Jace stood in the front of the church, next to the priest. Someone who has always loved being the center of attention, Jace suddenly felt nervous. Shuffling his feet, he discreetly wiped his sweaty hands on the inside of his blazer.

"Nervous?" The white-haired priest asked kindly.

"That might be the understatement of the century," Jace replied. His mother had wanted to choose a dignified priest, but Jace insisted on this man, because he looked like he had a sense of humor.

Then, the church doors opened and Clary stepped in. Her curly red hair cascading down her back, Clary stepped onto the tip of the red carpet. Her wedding gown, a simple yet gorgeous dress, was elegantly layered and seemed to illuminate Clary. She glowed.

Jace breathed in sharply and the priest nodded approvingly. "If I weren't sworn to celibacy, I'd marry a girl like her."

If Jace weren't so captivated by Clary's beauty, he would have laughed at the priest's remark, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Clary.

The absence of Clary's father's accompaniment in her walk was notable, but Clary had insisted that she walk alone—without even her mother to take her father's place.

"I love her very much, but she isn't my father. The day my father started drinking, the day he ceased being my father. I have no father, so I have to walk alone," she had said.

Carefully climbing the steps to the front of the church, Clary stopped, facing Jace.

"You look beautiful," he murmured.

Clary blushed but met his gaze. "You look handsome."

The priest cleared his throat and the crowd hushed. "We are gathered together on this beautiful afternoon to share with Jace and Clarissa as they exchange vows of their everlasting love.

"As Jace and Clarissa take their vows today, we are privileged to witness the joyous love of a new family—a family that will be nourished and nurtured through the devotion of two separate individuals growing together through the common bond of love."

The priest continued with his speech, before finally hitting the crux of the ceremony.

Turning to Jace, the elderly man smiled. "Jace Wayland, do you take Clarissa Fray to be your wife, your partner in life, and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

Jace, golden eyes looking straight at Clary, nodded without hesitating. "I do."

Clary internally beamed with bliss, and she smiled at Jace.

The priest turned to Clary and repeated his words. "Clarissa Fray, do you take Jace Wayland to be your husband, your partner in life, and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

Clary thought the "Will you…"s would never end, but they finally did. "Yes. I do," she answered firmly.

The crowd broke into applause.

"Then I pronounce you, man and wife."

Jace leaned in, clasped Clary's hands, and their lips met.

It was a loving kiss, a kiss that shared the happiness of the moment between the two adults. Jace broke away and Clary leaned into him, unsatisfied.

"That was too short," she mumbled.

"We have an audience," he chuckled in response. "And besides, we have a whole lifetime to complete the kiss."

Clary laughed happily.

True to Aline's word, the music played smoothly and without a hitch. Fur Elise echoed through the church, giving an ethereal quality to the celebration.

Clary stepped up to the microphone. "Hi everyone," she said nervously. The audience became quiet.

"Hi Clary!" Isabelle responded, earning a laugh from the crowd. She gave Clary an encouraging look.

"Wow, I've never spoken to this many people before… I would never have had the courage to do this without Jace. After meeting Jace, I've become more courageous, and now I have the bravery to step outside of my comfort zone and speak to a big bunch of scary people like you guys…"

The audience chuckled and Clary continued on.

"I know that many of you, particularly Magnus, will think that playing classical music at a wedding is particularly cliché and unimaginative." Clary paused and gave a pointed glance at Magnus, who also earned a jab from Alec. He sheepishly met her gaze.

"But this song, Fur Elise, brings back some of the sweetest memories between me and Jace. Without this song, Jace and I would never have become friends. And without this song, we would have never fallen in love. So I guess you could say, it really is the Music of our Love."

Aline clapped enthusiastically, and the audience quickly joined her.

Jace pressed his forehead to Clary's. "That was a beautiful speech."

Clary blushed again. "Thanks, I wrote it out beforehand."

"I think I owe my life to Beethoven," Jace said seriously. "But he's, unfortunately, deceased, so I guess I owe my life to you, instead."

Clary laughed.

Jace smiled at her, "Here's to starting a new part of our lives. It'll be like a new song—unexpected, and maybe dangerously surprising. Are you afraid?"

"Not at all."

Wow. And on that note- no pun intended- Music of Love is officially complete. Thanks so much for the wonderful experience: it has been a blast writing each chapter, and reading all of your heartwarming and encouraging reviews. I'm almost sad to see MOL go, but I'm also relieved that I finally finished it. Thank you all so much for your continued support. I'm considering starting another Mortal Instruments story, but that probably won't be for a while. Until then, if you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to PM me.

Have a wonderful summer- or a happy winter if you live in Australia.

With infinite hugs and kisses,

~BubblyFanatic