/Third Person POV/
Jace had no idea about what to do. Isabella was his friend, his brother's girlfriend and all he could think about was being close to her. When she came out from the dressing room clad in that floor-length gown, he was bewitched. The painter was at a loss of words. He kept on staring because that's the only thing he could do.
"It's your turn."
At her voice, he stood up, stretching slowly before striding towards the rack. He knew exactly what colour he wanted, but it didn't hurt to look. Noticing the choices on the shelf, he flicked through them. He was not typically so slow and in a haze but as soon as he saw Isabella, his mind was in numb.
For a second Jace felt guilty that he was potentially going behind his brothers back. But then again, Alex knew about their da
