Clary hung up the phone with a sigh, wishing Damon was there with her. She smiled down at Hennessey when she grabbed at her chin with her tiny hand, burying her face in her neck and pretending to maul her. Her little screams of delight had her laughing. "Time to get you and your brothers ready, my sweet angel," she said, smothering her in kisses before she put her back down in her crib, between those of the boys. She clicked his fingers, dressing her in her gold and bronze Givenchy bridesmaid dress and the boys in their tiny Givenchy tuxedo's.

She smiled fondly, wondering what Hubert de Givenchy would...