She erased the message, immediately walking over to her giant calendar of events, crossing off "Book Club" this Saturday night and inking it "Dinner at the Gilmore's", sighing as she dialed the all too familiar number.
"Hello Grandma" she called into the phone, trying her best to sound polite.
"Rory darling!" a voice cooed back, "Did you get my message?"
"Yes Grandma, I've put it on my calendar, I was just letting you know I'd be there."
"Fantastic! We are having a few other guests and I want you to look your best. It's going to be semi-formal attire so a long gown would be appropriate, perhaps that dress I got you in Paris?"
"That sounds delightful," she responded, trying her best not to gag on her own words.
"Wonderful, wonderful, we'll send a car around 6:30."
"I'll see you then, have a good night Grandma."
Rory was decked to the nines, the long smoke-grey Chanel gown clinging to her lean figure. She felt naked. Hell, she was naked. The dressed gripped her hips and curves far too well and there was no way to avoid lingerie lines other than to go without them. She had her hair pulled back into a loose, asymmetrical bun and she had kept her makeup to a minimum, knowing she looked best more natural than made up. Her shoes were simple and she wore the basic, albeit, large diamond stud earrings that had been a Christmas gift last year from her Grandparents Hayden as well as a rather ornate diamond band on her right hand, a tribute to her mother, as it was the only piece of jewelry her mother had worn consistently that glimpsed to her privileged upbringing and wealth and she had only ever done so because it had belonged to Rory's great-grandmother, Lorelei the first.
She checked her appearance once more, hoping not to be made over by her Grandmother upon arrival,
and grabbed her clutch, heading to where the car waited outside.
"Rory you look lovely," her grandmother said kissing her check lightly, careful not to transfer her lipstick.
"Thank you," she smiled graciously, happy to have gotten it right and not to have been immediately been whisked upstairs for a "redo".
"Ah Rory," her grandfather bellowed, kissing her forehead and taking her by the arm, "so lovely to see you and so soon after out last visit," he said as he steered her toward the parlor.
"Nice to see you as well," she smiled, genuinely happy to see her Grandfather who shared her love of reading and news and politics, holding onto him like a life line as to not be sucked into the whirlpool that was Emily Gilmore.
"Now, our other guests are already here and are most looking forward to see you!" her grandmother went on, grinning as she turned the corner leading them into a basically empty room, except of course for Mitchum and Shira Huntzberger, whom Rory recognized from previous gatherings at the Gilmore Estate, and a tall, handsome, young man, who though they had never met Rory knew by reputation as the illustrious Logan Huntzberger, playboy extraordinaire.
