Allen takes the rose in her hand, gently touching the petals, and turns to walk away, but a gentle whisper stops her.

"Allen?" Jace? Why does he... This wasn't... Allen has already made her decision. Damon pulled away from her. Why does he? Her throat feels tight with emotion when she turns to see Jace standing not two meters away, looking lost and embarrassed as if he misinterpreted the situation, one hand cradling his arm, the other barely extended to Allen. He didn't do anything; it's ok, Jace; it's not your fault.

He turned away to walk over to the chairs not to get away from Allen and be with...