Here is the next chapter I hope you like it.
The night had passed. Rory spent her time at the pub, thinking about what she was going to do with her new 'life' and filled out her Yale application. It was easy and she had copies of all her things she had sent two years before. She went home, retrieved the items and stopped by Yale at 8 to put it in the mailbox.
She immediately dozed off when she got home and when she woke she decided to have some fun. She was going on a shopping spree.
She pulled on some favorites, her light blue jeans and a purple baby tee that read 'Coffee Queen'. She then grabbed her small purse, unplugged her pink cell phone from the charger and threw it in. She applied some lip gloss, parted her hair and slid into some black flip-flops. She took one more glance at herself in the mirror and then she was off.
She got into her Prius and headed to New York. An hour and a half later she was there.
She pulled into a spot on the street and parked, grabbing her purse she got out of the car.
She had strategically parked right in front of the most expensive department store she knew of.
Rory walked to Bloomingdale's, which she had never entered before today.
She decided she was going to make herself over. She needed to keep Rory Gilmore hidden on the inside, and on the outside, become Rory Hayden.
Rory looked around, noticing the expensive brands on the walls and she decided to start with Fendi. She looked around, realizing that she didn't care much for the clothes. She liked her classic style. So she was going to keep it, with a few added designer extras. But whoever said girls need accessories was right.
Rory looked through the purses, liking almost all of them. She picked out a small, slim black bag, with the classic Fendi design covering it.
Rory asked the saleswoman to put all her things together. The saleswoman nodded and took the bag over to a counter before returning to her.
She had moved onto Chanel and had picked out a comfy pair of ballet flats, they were beige and leather. She handed them over to the woman before moving on.
The visit to Bloomy's had continued, with Rory picking out quite a lot of items. A pair of black Dior sunglasses, encrusted in baby diamonds; a Coach blue patchwork handbag; a Versace silk, baby pink, sleeveless top; a pair of purple Jimmy Choos; classic, strappy, white, Manolo Blahniks; a pair of crushed velvet, blue pumps by Prada; a halter tied, Hermes, light blue top; a Louis Vuitton, cylinder, brown bag with the Louis Vuitton design; a Burberry, tan, knee length trench coat; a pair of green capris and a flared, denim knee length skirt from Dolce & Gabbana: an pair of Armani cropped jeans; and a white Gucci handbag.
When she was done, the cashier sighed, "That's a lot of stuff!" Rory just smiled.
"I know, but I needed the change" Rory explained. The woman raised an eyebrow and Rory laughed. "Don't ask!"
The cashier nodded, understanding what she meant.
As Rory grabbed her 4 very large bags, she turned to the cashier and said, "Oh, and you'll see me around here a lot."
Rory decided that since she had bought so much that she should go home. So she did.
She stepped into the apartment and saw Paris looking livid.
"You didn't tell me!" Paris screamed.
"Sorry?" Rory said meekly, understanding what she was talking about because of the papers in her hand she was flailing around.
"Oh! Don't you 'sorry' me!" Paris said, storming into her room. She didn't like to be kept out of the loop, ever since Doyle broke up with her.
Rory plopped down on the couch with a sigh. There was a pile of mail on the coffee table. She looked through it. Rory Gilmore, Rory Hayden, Rory Hayden, Rory Hayden, Rory Hayden, Paris Gellar, Rory Hayden.
Since when did she get so much mail? She looked through the envelopes. Cell phone bill, invitation to the Black and White Gala, invite to the Annual Society Charity Ball, request to be present at the Breast Cancer Auction, a card summoning her to the Dancer Sponsorship, and a single thin white legal size envelope.
She opened the white envelope last. No return address. Interesting.
August 15, 2005
Hey, it's Tristan. I heard through Hartford grapevine that you're now the Hayden heiress. I just wanted to say hi, it's been a while. Anyway, thanks for reading and let's not wait 5 years to talk again, ok?
-Tristan 'Chilton Playboy, Bible Boy, Spawn of Satan' Dugrey
P.S. I know there's no return address. Don't ask Paris for it either.
'Tristan' Rory thought. She had realized that she had had a crush on him sophomore year. She also knew that he had had a crush on her and that he screwed with Duncan and Bowman because of her, and boy she did she feel guilty for it. After awhile she realized it was his fault. She didn't make him do it, or at least not directly, but she still felt bad about it.
Rory put down the letter and picked up the many invitations and called up the organizers and RSVP'd.
She decided to go check out some books on law, glad that she only had taken core classes her first two years at Yale.
Rory grabbed her keys and phone and left the apartment, "I'm going to the library need anything?" Rory yelled out to Paris.
"A book on Hinduism!" Paris responded in the same volume.
"At least you aren't stalking a Hindu this time!" Rory yelled before shutting the front door.
Rory walked to the library, since she lived two streets away. She went in seeing Logan with a busty, brunette, bimbo sucking his face off, while sitting in his lap. 'Like that was a surprise.' She thought to herself. Rory smirked quickly and walked over to the law section of the library.
Rory spent hours pouring over books and going over laws and learning the basics. Before she left she picked up a copy of Hinduism for Dummies for Paris. She checked it out and left, noticing Logan wasn't there anymore.
Rory got back to the apartment and gave the book she had checked out to Paris. She looked at the coffee table. The invites all laid out in an organized mess. Rory picked them up and then went over to the community calendar she shared with Paris. She looked at the date. August 16, 2006.
She looked over the week, noticing that it was nearly empty. Classes for the year don't start until September, so Paris hadn't scrawled in her class times and assignments. So Rory took the opportunity to pick up a pen and write in the events.
August 21st, Evening, Black And White Gala
August 27th, Afternoon, Dancer Sponsorship
August 28th, Evening, Society Charity Ball
August 29th, Morning, Breast Cancer Auction
After looking at the dates on the calendar again, she realized that she'd need more clothes. She knew she didn't have anything appropriate to wear to these events.
"Guess I have to go shopping again!" Rory muttered to herself.
"Apparently so!" Paris said dryly.
Rory jumped, as she hadn't realized that Paris had been standing behind her the entire time.
"Man, the Black and White Gala!" Paris eyes bulged out as she read it out loud.
"What's so special about that?" Rory asked, clearly displaying her lack of knowledge of Hartford Society.
"The Color Galas, the Save a Life Charity Event, and the Hartford, New York, Connecticut, Boston, and Massachusetts Anniversary Balls only invite the best of the best. Even Huntzberger has never been to some of those. He's been to the Hartford Anniversary Ball, and the Black and Red. That's all I know of." Paris explained, amazed.
"Wow!" was all Rory said.
"Yah! Wow!" Paris said, her mouth still hanging down to the ground.
"Well…want to go shopping with me? I mean I have no idea what do get. I have never been to a society event before!" Rory rambled on.
"You have so much to learn!" Paris exclaimed happily.
"Well it's a good thing I got myself a tutor." Rory laughed, remembering the line from an experience with her step-cousin/ex-boyfriend/best friend. Their relationship was complicated. They had dated, broke up because of the distance. Jess wanted to follow his dad to California, and Rory was headed to Yale. They broke up on good terms and talk regularly. Jess is currently residing above the diner and his uncle married Rory's mother. He also happens to be dating Lane. He's the only one, in her family, who Rory will talk to.
"Well let's get some sleep! We'll have to get up early to go to the mall." Paris instructed, motioning Rory to her room.
Rory looked at her watch. It was getting late. So she nodded in agreement and went to her room. She got changed into some daisy covered pajamas before sliding into her bed and fell asleep, perfectly content with her life. She had no regrets. So far, she was happy with the choices she was making, and for the first time in awhile, she just felt happy. Really and truly happy.
The next morning she woke up at 7. It was becoming a habit apparently. She rubbed her eyes and then rolled onto her side and looked out her window, to see the sun coming over the mountains. She smiled a bright smile before pulling back her covers and walking into the common room.
Rory decided it was time for her special morning drink. And no it isn't coffee.
Rory started the coffee pot. Then she put some water into a mug and micro-waved it before adding hot chocolate powder to it. She transferred the steaming hot chocolate to two mugs, both absolutely equal before sticking the used mug onto the counter. She added 2 spoonfuls of sugar to each mug and then pulled out the milk. She threw a splash into both before adding coffee up to the brim. She threw in 6 marshmallows and voila! The perfect marshmallow mocha.
Paris walked out of her room smelling the sweet chocolate scent. She sat down at the table before grabbing the second mug and sipping it.
"Good…" she mumbled, holding out her mug.
"Don't I know it!" Rory laughed before clinking mugs and drinking some more.
When she was done, she refilled the 'water' mug and stuck it into the microwave. She pulled out the milk again and got the sugar out.
The microwave dinged. Rory pulled the mug, transferred its contents to a thermos before refilling it and sticking it back in again.
She added the necessary ingredients again and then repeated it with Paris's thermos. She stuck them both in the microwave before going to change.
She pulled on her green, Dolce capris and a green polo, before slipping into her white Manolos and grabbing her Gucci handbag. She picked up her Dior sunglasses and smiled. She knew it was going to be her favorite accessory.
She brushed her hair, leaving it down before putting on some lip gloss.
She walked out of her room seeing Paris ready and waiting with her hot thermos by the door.
Rory grabbed her keys off the counter and walked out the already opened door.
Paris handed her the thermos, and they got into the Pruis and drove to Boston this time.
"So what are some guidelines for these parties?" Rory asked, curiously.
"Well, for the balls, you need a floor length dress…always. You can choose the color. For the galas, a dress will do, floor length, cocktail, doesn't matter, but you have to have to wear the color indicated for the gala. For the opening of things and for auctions, fundraisers and events in general you can both where a formal skirt and a button up shirt or slacks and a blazer, or a mix of something like that. So it's your choice use your best judgment. Oh and for the balls and galas don't ever wear the same dress twice. Ever" Paris stressed.
"Good to know. So what are we going to get today?" Rory asked, glancing up from the steering wheel.
"Well you are in desperate need for some skirts, slacks and button ups, so we need to get a lot of generic pieces you can mix and match. Also we need to get you couple dresses for special events and then buy some that look really good on you as fall backs just in case your invited to an event and can't go shopping. So I hope you brought your credit cards." Paris laughed.
"Well good to know that you hate my wardrobe and yes I brought my two credit cards." Rory confirmed.
"Only two?" Paris asked, incredulously.
"They're unlimited, Visa platinum and American Express Black." Rory explained.
"Oh!" was all Paris said, clearly awe struck again, that Rory was the Hayden heiress.
Rory pulled into a parking spot in the parking garage by the mall. Once they grabbed their purses and stepped out of the car. They made their entrance, and what an entrance it was.
Rory watched people's eyes bulge, recognizing who she was; her face at the moment was on the cover of Star and People. The headline read "New Hayden Heiress" With a picture of her walking around at Yale, one from her shopping trip in New York and one from the trip to the pub. Rory hadn't even realized anyone had been snapping photos.
Rory and Paris walked into a few stores. Paris picked up some items for Rory to try on along the way. They got quite a few items to mix and match. They got a pair of black silver pin striped slacks, along with a grey pair and a pair of dark blue ones with a matching blazer.
Paris had picked out at least ten button-up shirts for Rory all in an array in colors. Blue, white, black, green, purple, red, pink, every color imaginable. Rory had chosen a few floral skirts and a few plain old black ones, with interesting cuts at the buttom, some flared, other's pencil straight, one or two ruffled.
They were walking through the mall when Paris grabbed Rory's arm and pulled her into Macys. She rushed to the dress section and started picking out dresses and handing them to Rory. Rory obediently went to the fitting rooms and tried them on. They started with the more casual ones, mostly halter style dresses. Rory looked really great in almost all of them so she picked out four of her favorites and handed them to Paris. Paris looked them over quickly to give her final seal of approval.
The first was a green dress that had two layers. The first layer was a light green silk, followed up with dark green netting over it showing the light green through the small holes. Then there were dots of sequins covering the netting. It truly was spectacular.
She also got a black halter dress that hugged her closely. They had several layers and each layer was trimmed in hot pink. The bottom of the dress in the back was longer then the front. It was a perfect dress.
The third had spaghetti straps and it was dark blue silk. It was straight cut at the bottom and the entire dress was printed with black velvet roses.
Last, there was a light teal halter dress, it was shorter then the rest. With the longest part going 3 inches above her knee. The end of the dress was handkerchief style with multiple points hanging down. There was a flower at the end of the neckline, which fell right in middle of the chest.
"Perfect!" Paris nodded.
They moved onto the floor-length ball room dresses. Rory only bought two one for the Charity Ball and one for the Gala.
She chose a dark blue strapless dress with rhinestones covering the top and then she opted for a white dress with a bodice that was covered in a light sprinkling of silver glitter.
While waiting in line Rory's cell rang.
She answered with a "Hello!"
"Hey Ror, how you doing?" Jess asked.
"Good." Rory answered vaguely.
"Anything new?" Jess questioned.
"Nope!" Rory responded.
"Well the cover of Star says otherwise." Jess told her knowingly.
"Oh! That!" Rory said, her tone sounding slightly defeated.
"When were you planning on telling me that you're like, really rich?" Jess asked, slightly irritated by her attitude.
"I don't know exactly, but I have to go! Oh and you just said like." Rory said, sounding apologetic as she reached the front of the line.
"Well talk to you later! Oh, and I forgive you for not telling me!" Jess joked before hanging up.
They bought the 6 dresses and walked out of the store and were walking around before Paris tugged on Rory's arm forcefully. Rory stopped and turned around to what Paris was pointing at, the Nordstrom shoe section.
"We forgot shoes!" Paris shrieked.
Who knew that behind Paris' driven, hard working, studious personality was an enthusiastic shopper? They ran into the department store and started picking out shoes.
Black ones, white ones, blue ones, red ones, grey ones. Everything from strappy sandals, to ballet flats to boots.
They picked up multiple pairs of heels and strappy sandals knowing Rory would need them for events. Then they looked at some comfortable ballet flats and picked out a pair for each of them and then they looked at the boots. It was the beginning of fall so the boots were slightly cheaper but they didn't care, they were rich.. They got short ones and long ones and bulky ones and ones with itty bitty short heels and others with stilettos. They got brown ones, black ones and white ones. Well that would fulfill their winter needs.
They got done with their shopping and headed back to Yale.
Paris and Rory had brought their things back to the suite before going out to the coffee cart and having coffee.
They ordered their drinks and when Rory pulled out her Visa to pay the man, the man stopped her.
"It's already paid for." He said shortly.
"By who? It better not be Logan again." Rory asked.
"By a Mr. Spawn Of Satan. Odd name I'd say but that's what it says here." The guy said.
Rory broke out in a grin. "He's insane!" She muttered to herself.
"Thanks for telling me!" Rory told the man.
"No problem." He said before Rory and Paris walked away and sat down on a bench near by.
"So who's Mr. Spawn of Satan?" Paris asked, trying to figure it out.
"Can I see your phone real quick?" Rory asked impatiently.
Paris looked at her weirdly before handing it over.
Rory scrolled down her phone book list before entering the number into her phone and pressing send.
"Hello?" The mystery person on the other end greeted.
"You know you are going to go broke by paying for all my coffee." Rory deadpanned.
"Mary?" He asked.
"Yep!" Rory answered laughing.
"Where'd you get this number?" He asked confused.
"Paris." Rory chuckled.
"I thought I told you not to ask her for my number?" He said, still a little surprised that she called.
"You said address not phone number, you dummy!" Rory berated in a joking manner.
"Well whatever, how'd you like the coffee?" He questioned.
"It's great." Rory said, you could hear her smile through the phone.
"Well I got to go, I just saw someone I haven't seen in a while!" He said, being vague.
"Bye Tristan!" Rory said, Paris's eyes bulged out.
"Bye Mary. Oh, and by the way, I can afford it!" He finished with a smirk, before hanging up. Rory hung up the phone, with a small smile, and handed it back to Paris.
"You were on the phone with Tristan!" Paris yelled, completely surprised.
"Yes she was." Tristan said from behind Rory.
Rory whipped around, her eyes making contact with a pair of ice blue ones that seemed to be gleaming with amusement.
Well there's the next chapter hope you liked it. It's really long in my opinion. Well thanks for reading and please review!