Rory is the photographer; Logan is her muse. What ensues is a glorious relationship in a hidden world, or is it?
Important Author's Note: Rory never went to Yale. She moved to Italy right after Chilton (the reason will be explained later on). In my mind, there was no Tristan. It's mainly because I want to write about some fellow classmates later on, and I don't want to include him. (Sorry!)
----Oh, pics of the stuff included in this fic will be available on my profile (just go down to where it says 'links'), and thanks to my super sweet beta Cancat90!----
Disclaimer: I don't own anything on Gilmore Girls (but I do wish I had that 'Reading is Sexy' shirt)!
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The sun shone brightly as a beautiful brunette girl walked the beaten streets of Settignano. She smiled as she walked past the children giggling and playing soccer in the marketplace. It felt so good to be home.
She had just finished taking photos of Rome for a columnist in New York, Paris Gellar. She could still remember the shock that overcame her when she heard the name of the writer. The passionate and furious girl who she had known in high school was now married with two children.
Lorelai Leigh Gilmore strolled down the worn path towards her house and laughed at the sight before her. One of the maids cried in frustration as a small Anatolian puppy jumped about, barking happily.
"Shoo, shoo!" The maid shouted in aggravation.
The brunette, Lorelai, (more affectionately known as Rory) simply laughed, as she had seen this scene many times before. She drew her camera from her bag and began taking close-up shots, making sure to include the beautiful scenery in the frames.
She sighed in contentment. It seemed like just a few moments ago she had gotten off of the plane and landed in the small town airport. She remembered the fear she had of adjusting to a new life, but all of that anxiety had left her as she looked out the window.
She saw the breathtaking cliffs with skies that were bluer than ever seemed possible. There seemed to be a magical glow about the town; the people were content to relax and enjoy the fresh air and warm breeze. In more ways than one, this town reminded her of Stars Hollow.
She shook her thoughts as the small puppy ran towards her.
"Buon giorno, Caffè!" She exclaimed as she picked up the squirming dog.
The maid scowled at the puppy but gave the brunette an affectionate smile. "How is Rome?" She asked in her heavy Italian accent.
"Full of tourists, but it's still gorgeous," the girl replied as she set greeted the elderly woman.
"Meraviglios! Oh, Lorelai has called for you," she said as she hung laundry on a line.
"Really, what did she say?" Rory questioned excitedly. She hadn't spoken to her mother in over a week because of the time difference and all of the traveling she had been doing. She had received quite a few angry messages and knew that when they did speak, she would be in trouble.
The maid laughed as she explained Lorelai's tantrum. "She cried and cried; I believe she threatened to ship you off, back to America."
Both women laughed at this; Rory was 24 years old, and her mother still thought of her as a child.
"Oh yes, your friend, Mr. Morgan, called as well. He said that he and his friend will be in town next week. He would like very much if they could stay with you," she said with a roll of the eyes. Rory giggled and began picking up clothing to hang when the maid shooed her.
"No, this is my job. Rory…please," she said with a stern face, "unpack. You will need all your energy for when Mr. Morgan arrives."
Rory nodded and made her way towards the house. It really was enchanting; the surrounding gardens were finely manicured and bloomed beautifully. The house itself was a tanned gold with large windows and incredible balcony views. The sun glistened across the entryway, and a welcoming warmth surrounded the entire property. Neighborhood children often came to play on the grounds, but not today. Today, Rory wanted to experience the peaceful bliss that was home.
She opened the door, and immediately, the scents of lavender and freshly baked garlic bread attacked her senses. She meandered up the stairs and fell upon her bed softly. Her bedroom was, in one word, comfortable. A large bed was adorned with the same olive green silk as the windows. In the corner stood an antique vase containing an assortment of colorful flowers, while the rest of the room was decorated with rugs, mirrors, and pictures Rory had taken.
The brunette stared at one framed photo in particular. It showed her and Finn grinning madly in the town square. She suddenly remembered what Arabella, the maid, had said.
Finn was going to visit. She cackled with glee; his visits were never boring. The last time he had been in town he had managed, within just a few hours, to upset many of the townspeople. However, when he befriended Rory at the local café, the town had been more welcoming.
In the short time he stayed, the neighbors fell in love with his charm and wackiness.
He was like a big brother to Rory, and she beamed when thinking of the day he left. He had promised to keep in touch, and he had presented her with her tiny puppy, Caffè Rand Gilmore. Finn had named him after the two loves of Rory's life: Coffee and Ayn Rand.
Rory grinned at the thought of seeing him until she remembered that he was bringing a friend. He had never brought anyone else with him; this was his sanctuary to get away from his obligations. If he was bringing someone with him, it must've been someone very important to him. With that thought, Rory drifted to sleep, promising herself that she would call Finn and her mother later.
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