Rory looked at herself in the mirror, sure that the reflection she saw was not her own. The woman who looked back at her was beautiful, glowing, lit from within. Blue eyes blinked back at her as she shook her head in wonderment. She knew that she wasn’t dreaming, her skull ached from the bobby pins that had been so mercilessly shoved into her hair and pain like that was not something one slept through, but she still could not wrap her mind around the fact that she was standing in the Bride’s Room of the most beautiful church she had ever seen…and she was the bride.
It had started innocently enough, well maybe not innocently, but the boys certainly hadn’t meant any harm. By the next day she had realized that; understood that Marty may have been right, that the prank had been Logan’s slightly-off-center way of showing affection, and she had been ready to forgive. At least until her cell-phone rang. She read the caller ID and seeing that it was her mother, answered cheerfully, “Good Evening! How are things in Stars Hollow?”
“Things in Stars Hollow are fine. How are things at Yale? Anything new happen? Anything…interesting…that you’d care to share with your mother?” Her mother’s voice was hard and Rory felt a tightness forming in her chest, she and her mother were rarely mad at each other but this was certainly one of those times. Rory racked her brain, the real problem here was that she had no idea what her mother could possibly be mad about.
“Well…not really. Logan–“ She had been about to inform her mother of yesterday’s Philosophy Class “skit” but Lorelai quickly cut her off.
“Logan. Yes. He’s what I’m calling about. What do you have to tell your mother about Logan?”
“Mom? What’s wrong? Why do you keep referring to yourself in the third person?”
“I think I’ll be the one asking the questions today, Rory.”
She was starting to get angry herself, now. Her mother had no reason to be mad at her and this cryptic thing she was doing was not helping the situation at all. “Well then ask a question, mother, because I certainly don’t know what you are in such a snit about.”
“Oh, no? Well, perhaps I can jog your memory. Your grandmother called me today.”
“So, what? I haven’t talked to grandma since last week!”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, “Lorelai Leigh Gilmore are you telling me that your grandmother has known about this for a week and you still haven’t told me?!”
“Known about what? Told you what?”
“Known what? Told me what? About your engagement to Logan Huntzberger, that’s what!”
Rory stopped in her tracks, she had been on her way to the Yale Daily News office, but now she stood absolutely still in the middle of campus as all color drained from her face. Her voice came out strangled as she said, “My engagement to Logan Huntzberger?” She couldn’t breathe, she needed to sit down but she didn’t know if she’d be able to move her feet. She wondered how long it would be before she passed out, wondered if she would crack her skull on the hard cement she was about to land on. Her brain was muddled and she tried to focus on what her mother was saying, but couldn’t. She interrupted her, hardly able to hear her own words through the ringing in her ears. “Mom…Logan and I aren’t engaged…I don’t know what Grandma is talking about. You should call her, we’re hardly even friends, I spent most of yesterday being really mad at him, are you sure you understood her? What’s going on?” She was rambling now and her voice had gone from strangled to frantic and she was certain that instead of passing out she was going to have a panic attack.
Another long pause on the Stars Hollow end of the conversation, “Rory, calm down. What do you mean you aren’t engaged? Your grandmother told me some crazy story about Logan proposing to you in a class? It seemed pretty off the wall to me, but then I remembered this was Limo Boy we were talking about and so…You aren’t engaged?”
Rory forced herself to control her breathing, “No, mom, we aren’t. We aren’t even dating! Logan didn’t propose to me in class! He and his friends pulled a stupid prank that made me look like an idiot in front of my professor.”
Rory frowned, even though her mother couldn’t see her, “Yes, how did you know?”
“He’s the one who called your grandfather and told him all about it.”
Dread was starting to form in the pit of Rory’s stomach; this was getting worse by the second. “No.”
“Well that’s, why would he, I mean, it was obviously a…Finn was dressed up in a Scotland Yard uniform! How could he have thought that was serious? How could he have thought that was a proposal? What sort of lunatics does he think we are?”
“I don’t know, honey, but I think you’d better get this straightened out. Mom said that Dad was on his way to Yale to “welcome Logan to the family” and “invite him to Friday night dinner”. She also mentioned something about newspaper announcements.”
Rory swallowed hard, “Newspaper announcements? Grandpa’s here? Talking to Logan?”
“Yes, yes, and yes. Sorry.”
“Okay. Okay, mom, okay. I’ve got to…okay. Well, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll just go over to Logan’s place and I’ll talk to him and we’ll get this straightened out and I’ll call Grandma and everything will be fine. That’ll be… that’s what I’ll do.”
Her mom sounded doubtful on the phone, but all she said was, “Okay, Ror, call me later and tell me how it goes.”
Rory sighed, “Okay. I’ll talk to you soon.” She snapped the phone shut and closed her eyes, willing the sudden migraine to go away. She really had no idea what she was going to say when she got to Logan’s room, it was probably not going to be a pleasant experience, but she knew that she had to go. After all, if Emily Gilmore really did have it in her head that her granddaughter was getting married, then Rory needed to nip this in the bud quickly, before it actually ended up happening. Taking a deep breath she headed in the direction of Logan’s dorm, grateful that she had found out where he lived in preparation for “tracking him.” Her thoughts were in such a whirl that she had entered his building and walked right past his door without realizing it. Shaking her head at her own flightiness, she back tracked and knocked sharply on the door before she lost her nerve.
It almost seemed as if someone inside was expecting her because the door was flung open before she had even lowered her fist. Finn was on the other side and he took one look at her face and grinned appreciatively, “Wow. Logan was right. Angry really does work for you.”