Chapter One: Concerns and Names
She never thought this day would actually get here. She never thought in the ten years that she knew him that she would be standing here, in her bedroom, staring at a beautiful white gown. She looked down at the ring on her left hand and remembered the day he had given it to her. It was so different than the one Max had given her. Max had to go to Rory to find out what one to give her, where he knew that whatever he picked out she would love.
Lorelai Gilmore was changing her name today. Lorelai Victoria Gilmore was transitioning to Lorelai Victoria Danes. Lorelai Danes. Lorelai V. Danes. Mrs. Lorelai Danes. No matter how she wrote it, said it, signed it, even sang it, it was still the best sound in the world.
Once things were right with Rory, she and Luke began the long planning process. The already had a cake and a caterer. Sookie was going to do it, of course. Lorelai wouldn't have it any other way. Luke had told her that it didn't matter when or where they got married just as long as it happened. They did agree on having the ceremony at the inn and the reception in the square.
Rory was nervous. She wasn't the one getting married but still her life was about to change forever. The man that she had known for ten years as the most stable father figure was going to become her father, for real. The man that had made her mashed potatoes when she had the chicken pox. He lugged a stupid mattress from and back to Yale for her. He wrestled in the street with Dean after he broke up with her. Her "father" was finally marrying her mother.
With all the happiness that surrounded her, Rory still had a nervous twitch in her stomach. Something was going to happen. She couldn't put her finger om it quite yet but she knew something was amiss.
He was fidgety. He was pacing. He hated having to wait. He had wanted to elope and get the wedding over with, but Lorelai wanted the proper wedding since she had never had one. She wanted the wedding of her dreams and Luke was going to let her have it. He had finished packing the rest of his things from his apartment to bring over to her-no-THEIR house. While he was packing he found a small wooden box that he had made for his mother a long time ago. Taking off the lid of the box he discovered an old letter and a few pieces of jewelry that Liz never managed to run off with. The name on the front of the envelope was for: Mrs. Lucas Danes.