You and Will had decided to attend the lightwood’s ball. You obviously, with warlock powers were all dressed up like jessamine. Nate would’ve suspected something else if that was the case. But one thing was clear, they couldn’t get caught or they wouldn’t get that far with the intel. You were riding in the carriage with Will, both of your masks on for the ball. He looked.. stunning. There aren’t enough words in the English dictionary to describe him or how he looked, you thought. Cyril was the one driving you to party but little did he know that you weren’t actually jessamine, he couldn’t see through the glamor. Not yet at least. But for some reason Will was able to which always seemed easy. “You know underneath all of that, you’re still you.” Will whispered softly, grateful for the dark nights that had recently came to hide his apparent blush.

“Will, what happens if I need to talk to you?” She whispered softly, trying her best to emulate jessamine’s voice. One of the amazing perks of her so called warlock powers, she could change into anyone she wished too just with a simple item of theirs that had meaning and belonging. Trying to read into jessamine’s mind was like picking a pretty rose in a bunch of thorn bushes. Unpredictable and messy. It was not like anything you’d have ever encountered before. “I’ll be there, even if you don’t see me. I’ll be there.” Will leaned in, whispering sweetly into your ear.