She woke up to a calendar alert telling her that her and her new "beau" have a charity gal to attend to that night. She groaned in frustration, knowing that if she had even a sliver of real feeling for the boy she practically betrothed to, that even pretending to love him would be a difficult task.

It was 6:30 am and Logan was just changing to go for an early morning run. He wanted to clear his thoughts and figure out how he would deal with the next year "dating" Rory. He was just exiting the door to his luxurious apartment, when he got a notification from his calendar application, telling him, he and his new girlfriend were to be at an even sponsoring the preservation of classic literature. He knew it was just an excuse for the ladies of Hartford to dress up and flash around whatever they bought the last weekend with their husband's precious black cards.

He sent a text to Rory saying he would pick her up from her place around 6pm, he didn't expect a response so quickly as it was early in the morning, but she sent a simple "ok" acknowledging each others company for the evening.

Rory replied to Logan and jumped in the shower, she wanted to make it to the newsroom and write. It seemed like lately, with no one to really talk to, writing was her only extension. She threw her energy and passion into her work. She spent the next few hours alternating between the Yale Daily News and her rigorous classes. She was back at he dorm at 4pm, knowing full well it would give her enough time to get ready and look good enough to suit her grandmothers expectations. Fifteen minutes after arriving there was a knock on the door, she figured it couldn't be Logan, as it was barely 4:15pm and he wasn't due till 6pm. She opened the door to see a messenger.

"Hello, I'm here to deliver a package to a Lorelai Gilmore?"

"That's me, may I ask who its from?"

The man looked down at his notepad and struggled to find a sender.

"I'm sorry it doesn't say who sent it, but here you go."

"Thanks, have a good one"

She took the package, which turned out to be a garment bag and closed the door. She laid the bag on her bed and opened it. Inside there was a note attached, on Emily Gilmore stationary, it read

'Rory dear, I wasn't sure if you had anything appropriate to wear tonight, so I thought I'd send this little number your way. I'm sure Logan will love it, as well as the rest of Hartford society'.

She threw the note away quickly, she was somewhat insulted that her grandmother didn't think she knew what to wear to an event like this, but also relieved that she wouldn't be bothered all night for not wearing something up to Emily or Shire's standards. She took the navy blue gown by YSL and laid it carefully on her bed, she took out her accessories; teardrop earrings and her mother's ring. She quickly rinsed off her body, but not before letting a few tears stream down her face at the thought of her woeful situation. She jumped out of the shower and blow dried her hair extra volume, she was all dressed and ready buy 5:50pm, she sat on her sofa with today's copy of the New York Times and immersed herself in reading until Logan arrived.

Logan finished all his classes and studying by 5pm, knowing that he just needed to shower, tousle his hair and throw on a sharp tux in order to be ready for the event. He couldn't deny that his stomach was churning a bit at the thought of seeing Rory again as the last time they were together, they kissed. He didn't know about her but he had definitely felt an electric spark when their lips met. The touch of her soft skin in his hands made him feel safe. But for now he had to get through the night and make his family happy.

He drove his Porsche to her dorm, playing some soft jazz on the radio. He walked up to her door and took a breath before knocking lightly. She opened the door to reveal a navy blue sea of beauty, she had a natural make up look on, and to him that just made her look more beautiful.

"Wow, you look beautiful"

She blushed slightly

"You clean up nice too Huntz"

"Are you ready?"

"Sure, let me just grab my coat and purse, why don't you come in for a minute?"

He entered her dorm with a tad bit of caution, she returned from her bedroom with a black coat on and a silver clutch that matched her shoes perfectly. He didn't mean to pay so much attention to the details of what she wore, but he couldn't help himself. They left the dorm and he escorted her to his car, opening the door for him, she smiled slightly and thanked him. Once they were both in the car, they engaged in small talk about their day and what their game plan was for the night. The drive there wasn't too long as they had somehow managed to beat the rush hour traffic. They arrived at the hotel where the gala was being held, Logan helped her with her coat and had his hand on the small of her back the entire night.

The young couple made it a point to show their parent sand grandparent respectively that there were in fact representing the family names well. Shira gave Rory a piercing once over and put on her fakest society smile to greet her. Mitchum's greeting actually seemed genuine and a bit sympathetic.

Rory's grandmother couldn't resist boating to everyone in earshot how she had picked Rory's gown and how marvelous she looked. Logan agreed, and whispered in her ear "I can tell something isn't right, say the word and we can leave, I promise." She was a bit taken back when she realized that he could tell something was wrong when she had her best society mask on. She excused herself and went gracefully to the ladies sitting room before letting a few stray tears run down her cheek. She couldn't believe that her grandmother forgot her daughter's birthday. Rory looked in the mirror at her and saw the reflection of her mother. The woman who gave up everything to show her a different life. In a way she thought she was letting her mom down because she had transferred back into the life that her mother had left. She dried her face and went to go find Logan who being chatted up by one of his father's business associates, she hooked onto his arm and asked politely if she could steal her man away for a few minutes. After making their rounds to whomever their elders thought were worthy of getting an introduction to society's hot new couple, she was exhausted and sad. She turned silently to him and asked if they could leave. Without hesitation he walked her out of the hotel, before they left the lobby he told her that his parents had reserved a suite for them so they wouldn't have to drive back to Yale so late at night. She agreed it was a good idea, reluctantly. They made their way up to the 28th floor and entered on of the signature suites. A bottle of champagne was already waiting for them and Emily had packed an overnight bag for Rory. She didn't know what the true intentions of her grandmother were, but she was too physically and mentally exhausted to care, Loan hung up both their coats and undid his bowtie, He sat down on the same couch she was on carefully keeping her distance, when she moved closer and buried her head in his chest. He was shocked by the action, but when he started to feel her tears, he stroked her back and told her everything was going to be okay.