Wednesday, two weeks before Rory's Freshmen year.
"Logan! It's settled, you're moving back to Connecticut, and you're going to Chilton for Junior and Senior year," Shira yelled before Logan hang up on her.
He just couldn't believe his parents. Forcing him back from boarding school with his friends to go to some snobby private school. Sure, he was a snob, but it wasn't the same as Connecticut private school kids.
He went over to Colin and Finn's dorm. "Guess what great news I have from mother dearest," Logan opened. "You were told that you are being sent back to Connecticut for this school year?" Colin replied. "How did you-"
"Colin and I got the same message," Finn piped in.
"So we have to move from our nice French boarding school to some private school, Chilton was it? Why, don't we make less of a mess for our parents in Europe?" Logan complained.
"You didn't hear?" Colin asked.
"Hear what?"
"Our future wives are waiting for us in the States," Finn added.
"They arranged our marriage!?" Logan yelled.
Colin and Finn both nodded.
"What the-"
"Yes, Grandma I'll be at Friday Night Dinner at 5:30. I will also make sure Mom dresses appropriately. Who did you say would be there?" Rory stated.
"It's a gathering of three families just the Haydens, the Hu-b-e-s, and us. Bye Rory," Emily responded rushing through the word Huntzbergers.
"Mom, we have to be at Friday Night Dinner at 5:3o instead of 7."
"Ugh, do we at least get to leave early?" Lorelai asked hopefully.
"For some reason, I don't think so."
Rory suspected something in her mother's voice and Grandma was acting weird too, what's going on?
"Hey, Mom, is something going on? Grandma was acting kind of weird on the phone."
"Oh, kid, I should have told you earlier. So, you know that you're a double heiress, of the Gilmore and Hayden families. Well, before you were born, Grandma, Grandpa, Streube, Francine, your Dad, and I made a deal. I got some independence, didn't have to marry your Dad right away, instead they arranged your marriage, and Dad and I kept dating until we were ready to get married."
Rory was shocked, she couldn't fully comprehend everything that she had just heard. Rory decided to go to her room, say she was going to study, though she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate.
"Christopher, it's time for the meeting. On Friday. We'll meet the Gilmores there at 6:00, the Huntzbergers won't be there until 7:00,"
"I know, I'll be there."
Streube hung up.
Wow, the deal they made 16 years ago was finally having the last part come to completion. He had also agreed to get a law degree in exchange for being able to open his own office that the Hayden's wouldn't buy from him. Christopher liked the business aspect more than the law aspect. At first he handled cases, but since he has hired lawyers and made the firm one that rivaled any of his father's.
Logan, Colin, and Finn were boarding their plane.
"Do we know who they are?" Logan asked about his future bride.
"Just the names."
"So we know they're society females from Connecticut."
An hour later, they were still hypothesizing about Lorelai Hayden, Paris Geller, and Louise Grant.
"I guess I'll have to break up with Stephanie," Colin said disappointed.
"Yeah, and I'll have to break up with, oh wait, no one." Finn said drunkenly.
"I hate this, our parents don't even tell us that they arranged our marriage! Our entire lives are ruined now. Our freedom, our independence is gone!" Logan grew more enraged after every word.
"Calm down, Logan. At least give the girl a chance," Colin said.
Finn then passed out, not concentrating on the conversation anymore, being too drunk.
"I can't take this, I can't take my independence being ripped from me."
"Just give the girl a chance, Logan."
Rory couldn't think clearly. She couldn't finish her summer homework from Chilton like she planned. She would have to finish that next week.
"Hey Lane? Can you meet me at Luke's? I need to talk to you."
"Hang on, let me ask Momma Kim… ok, I'll see you in five minutes."
"I'm engaged."
"What?!"
"It was part of the deal my grandparents and parents made."
"I can't believe this."
" know."
"When do you meet him? How old is he? When are you getting married? Do you have to marry him?"
"I haven't met him, but I do on Friday, and all I know is that his name is Logan Huntzberger," She said with a snobbish connotation on his name.
"I don't know how I'm supposed to do this, Lane."
Lane and Rory walked over to the gazebo with their to-go cups.
"You don't know, maybe he'll be this amazing, sweet guy. Just… give him a chance."
"I-I don't know."
"It'll be okay, Rory,"
"How do you know?"
"I don't, but you handle every situation you're thrown into."
"Okay, thanks Lane."
It was Thursday morning, and their plane had just arrived in Hartford. Finn woke up an hour previous, and I successfully convinced him not to go into a naked phase.
"Oh, don't know how Louise will feel about that. You're going to have to stop those soon."
"How do you know? She might love me for who I am."
"We'll find out tomorrow."
"Bring Finn back, then go party?" Logan asked Colin.
"The usual? To prepare for tomorrow?"
And a night of partying ensued, Colin and logan went back to Finn. The next morning, they would all nurse their hangovers and prepare for their various family dinners.
Thursday was interesting for Rory Gilmore. She just found out that her marriage had been arranged for her. All of a sudden, she felt choked by everything happening to her.
She started hyperventilating, but didn't go to her mother or her father or Lane, who could she talk to about that? She wrote down everything she was feeling, kind of like a diary, but it seemed to help.
"Lorelai, how's she taking it?"
"Chris, she hates me. She ran into her room right after I told her."
"Lore, she could never hate you."
"When will you be back?"
"I got held up, but I'll be there by tomorrow."
"Chris!"
"I'll tell you when I'm on my way back, but it will be early tomorrow morning."
"And what do I do about Rory?"
"Just talk to her Lore, she loves you."
"I love you, bye Chris."
"Hey Rory, can I talk to you?"
"What do you need, Mom?"
"I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner, but I couldn't."
"I'm not upset about that"