Lorelai slammed her hand on the alarm clock on her bedside table.
"Mean, mean, alarm," She muttered groggily as she got out of bed. She stumbled down the steps of the staircase and into the kitchen. She found her bag of coffee, began measuring the amount to put into the coffee maker and looked at the glass pitcher.
A fresh batch of coffee was already made this morning.
"Rory!" she yelled but there was no answer.
Lorelai, confused as to where her daughter might have left a note saying where she was going to be for the day, grabbed the her cell phone off of the table to check if Rory left a message.
She flipped the phone open and the brightly colored screen read 3 New Messages. She pressed call voicemail and listened to her daughter's excuse as to why she left so early.
Lorelai was expecting to hear Rory say hey mom, Logan and I are looking at some things for the wedding, so I'll see you this afternoon.
Instead, it was something different.
Hey Lor, um yeah, it's Chris and I was calling about Rory and Logan. I want to help out with the wedding and I want to talk with you about us. I know at Emily and Richard's party we agreed to be friends, so as friends, I want have lunch, call me with a date that's good.
Lorelai immediately pressed delete. With Luke and her back together, she didn't want anything that could possibly break them up. She proceeded to the next message.
Lorelai, hey it's Luke. April is coming in from Arizona this week and apparently the mall is limited in that city, so I was wondering if you could take April shopping with you. Call me back.
Wow! Luke really was in it this time. Lorelai was touched.
The third message played aloud: Hey mom, it's me. Grandma is planning a wedding for a queen! I don't want it like this and I don't know how to tell her. So yeah, that's it, call me, bye.
Meanwhile, at the Gilmore Mansion, gowns, table sets, flower arrangements, cake samples, and much more were laid out. Rory and Logan sat quietly in the corner of the room watching Emily make decisions concerning their wedding day.
"Rory," Emily said to Rory.
"Yeah."
"Which one do you like better: the orchids or the roses?" Emily asked.
"The roses, Grandma," Rory chose at random. To her, she would do anything to get out of this house. For the past month, Rory and Logan had been sitting in the corner of the Gilmore House watching Emily Gilmore take the reins on Rory's wedding.
Rory had always pictured her wedding small and comfortable. She would wear a simple white dress, walk down a grass pathway covered in a white carpet behind the Independence Inn, alone (note: this was the time Chris was not very involved in her life.) carrying a bouquet of white roses staring into the eyes of Dean Forrester.
But this illusion had been edited many times, and her current idea of a wedding was elopement. Spending Four hours a day suffering the wrath of Emily Gilmore was worth throwing her dream away.
Rory's cell phone began to buzz.
"Sorry Grandma, it's mom," Rory said.
"Tell my mother that your coming down with a deadly illness and you need to come home to see you mother immediately." Lorelai ordered.
"No mom," Rory said, "She'll know I'd be lying."
"Well tell her Chris called and he wants to have lunch with you and Logan," Lorelai said.
"Oh," Rory said walking into the dining room where an assortment of miniature wedding cakes stood to be sampled.
"And me," Lorelai said bluntly.
"Oh," Rory answered scooping a glob of chocolate icing from a cake and began licking it off of her index finger.
"He called and said he wanted to talk about us," Lorelai paused, "being friends."
"What are you going to do?" Rory asked pulling out a chair and began eating the miniature cake.
"I don't know, things are still a little awkward between us," Lorelai said.
"Did you tell Luke yet?" Rory asked as she nibbled on a piece of chocolate cake.
"No, how would you tell your ex-fiancé and current boyfriend that your ex-husband wants to have lunch and talk about our relationship?" Lorelai asks sarcastically.
"I would avoid it but, considering what you and Luke have gone through in the past three-four years you should tell him, he has a right to know," Rory said taking another bite.
"Fine, I'll tell him," Lorelai said aggravated.
Logan walked into the dining room making a hand gesture that signaled that Emily wanted Rory back in the room.
"Hey, um mom I gotta go," Rory said.
"Yeah, Okay," Lorelai said, "Bye hun."
"Bye mom," Rory said.
Logan and Rory walked out of the room and into the living room where Emily was still planning their wedding. In her hand were a tuxedo and an extremely tacky white dress.
"Oh there you are. Rory, Logan, try these on," Emily said handing the clothes to them.
"Grandma, I'm sorry, but we have to go meet dad for lunch," Rory said.
"Why didn't you tell me yesterday?" Emily inquired.
"Mom just called and said that she forgot to tell me," Rory made up a lie.
"Oh," Emily said. Then something caught her eye, "What's that on your face?"
"Nothing," Rory responded quickly.
"No there is something brown on your face," Emily said rubbing her finger against the side of Rory's mouth. She smelled the little dark particle, "Chocolate, You were eating cake!"
"No. But I highly recommend the chocolate caramel hazelnut cake. Buy grandma," Rory said quickly and guiltily, walking out the front door.