The Escort
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls it is owned by the CW/WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino.
Summary: Sequel to 'Debutante'. Two people's fates are interconnected. The time has come for Logan and Rory to reunite after years apart. Can they make things work this time around?
Prologue
Life was always changing, one moment infinitely different than the prior. Rory Gilmore-Hayden felt that she was in a cycle of change and wished greatly that whatever was on the horizon would come to be. Her life for the past three years had been steady, until she'd come to Yale. Though academically she was doing well, her personal life was in tatters. Her biggest mistake, so far, had been to sleep with her married ex-boyfriend.
Dean Forrester had been Rory's first kiss, first love, and first lover. Sleeping with Dean felt like it had been a way to hold on to her childhood and the small town she had grown up in. She had never wanted to be the other woman. She'd more respect for marriage and those in it.
Jess Mariano had left her high and dry. He hadn't been mature enough to be in a relationship and Rory had simply paid the price for his mistakes. Rory was the first person to admit that she was confused. The trip to Europe had helped her get away from her problems but they were always in the forefront of her mind no matter where she was.
Life wasn't so simple anymore. When she was younger she couldn't wait to be a grown up and be responsible for herself, but it wasn't so cut and dry in the real world. It was confusing and there were all these emotions running through her that she couldn't describe. Rory felt like a little girl lost. She wondered when no one was around and in the deep of the night, if she'd ever find love again. After all, she had gone looking for love in all the wrong places.
Her parents were an ad for a happy marriage. Who would've thought that Lorelai Gilmore and Christopher Hayden would marry sixteen years after having an illegitimate child? Her parents were going on three years of marriage and they still had the newlywed glow. Though Rory missed the constant mother-daughter time, she felt complete when her father had moved into the Crap Shack.
Her best friend Honor Huntzberger thought Rory was going through a crisis, a quarter life crisis. Apparently, Logan Huntzberger, Honor's brother, was going through a similar feat. Rory hadn't seen Logan since they had parted ways at her Debutante Ball and she missed him. The only way she knew anything about his life was through Honor. It was better this way; Rory wasn't sure how she could cope with Logan's problems on top of her own. She'd taken it badly when he hadn't kept in contact after leaving, but she got over that rejection.
Honor had turned into a constant companion and confidant; she was viewed as a sister. Rory didn't fool herself though, Honor desperately needed to get away from her family and the Gilmore-Hayden's had adopted her as their own. Honor was more comfortable at Friday Night Dinners than tea with Shira. It was refreshing to be needed.
A lot of things had changed in Rory's life since the marriage of her parents. Her grandfather Straub Hayden had won a seat in the United States Senate and was in his element. Trix, Lorelai the first, was living in Hartford near Emily and Richard because she felt it was time to settle close to her family. Poor Emily needed to get away a lot just to remain civil with the woman.
As Rory watched the beautiful Connecticut scenery pass by, sitting in the back of the black nondescript vehicle with tinted windows, she hoped the coming school year at Yale would be better than the previous.
She felt butterflies in her stomach when she thought about another reason that Yale would be different this year. She'd received a text this morning, from Honor, letting her know the Huntzberger heir was making his triumphant return to Yale after taking a year off. All sorts of emotions had coursed through her at the message. Logan probably forgot who she was. After all, she had been a girl he had been forced to escort to her debutante ball, he'd probably been an escort so many times that he lost track of all the girls in white dresses.
She was forced out of her morose thoughts when she noticed the car had stopped in the parking lot to Branford. She reached her bag and quietly thanked the driver before exiting the vehicle. She watched other students making their way towards the building with boxes and furniture. Time to buck up, she was back!
AN: Thank you to all of the readers of Debutante! Many of you have asked me to put up this story and I decided to go ahead with a prologue. Let me know what you think. Please review. Lady Eliza ;)
