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Author's Note: I didn't really like the last chapter, so I thought I would get right on writing a new one. Thanks for the feedback. You all are great! I hope you enjoy this next installment.

"Richard, how would you feel if I started teaching piano lessons again?"

No…

"Richard, I am going to start teaching piano lessons again, how do you feel about that?"

No, too demanding

"Richard, I would like to start teaching piano lessons again,"

No, still doesn't sound right

She took a deep breath, "Richard…"

"Did you call me Dear?" Richard's voice resounded from the shower.

"No Honey," Laura said, staring in the bathroom mirror, suddenly loosing her confidence. She continued to comb out her hair.

"Are you looking forward to tomorrow?" Richard called.

"Yes, I am. It's going to be a wonderful day," Laura replied starting to blowdry her hair.

"Is Lorelai nervous?" Richard called.

"A little I think, mostly I think she's just happy to be getting married."

"I imagine, she's had eyes for that boy for years."

The shower stopped and Richard came out of the shower area of the bathroom wearing his robe and towel drying his hair. He put his arms around his wife and rested his head on her shoulder. "When's the last time I told you I loved you?"

Laura giggled and looked at her watch, "An hour and fifteen minutes ago,"

Richard made a mock disgusted sigh, "And the last time I kissed you?"

Laura looked at her watch again, "Um, twenty three minutes and four seconds ago,"

Richard turned her around and smiled, "Far too long," he whispered and then kissed her.

"I love you," he said as they broke the kiss.

She shook her head in exasperation, "I love you too Crazy Man,"

They had a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon and talked about their plans for the day. Laura played with her eggs, trying to get up the courage to ask Richard about teaching piano.

She went over it again and again and then finally blurted out, "Richard, I want to start teaching piano again,"

Richard looked up at his wife and was about to respond, when suddenly there was a loud slamming of the front door, and a very startled Camille came into the room.

"Um, your daughter is here,"

She barely got the words out when a distraught sobbing Lorelai came running into the room with mascara tear streaks down her face.

"Merciful Heavens what's this?" Richard cried spilling the container of jam on the tablecloth while standing up.

Laura stood up and hurried over to her daughter, "Sweetheart what is it?"

"It's ruined! Everything is ruined!" she cried, putting her arms around her mother.

"What's ruined?"

"Everything!" Lorelai said in choking sobs.

Richard walked over to his daughter and put his hand on her back. "Lorelai, at least communicate enough to tell us that our granddaughter has not been shot or strangled and that Luke is fine and that you are fine."

Lorelai nodded, "Luke and Rory are fine Dad, it's just the wedding…" she said and then broke down crying again, "Everything is ruined for the wedding!"

"Sweetheart we're going to need a little more to go on," Laura said gently.

Lorelai took a few gulps of air and Laura and Richard motioned her into the living room.

"The wedding is still on right?" Richard asked pouring Lorelai a drink as Laura sat down on the couch next to her.

"Yes, the wedding is still on, but the wedding planner called this morning. They had a wedding the day before yesterday and her entire staff has come down with food poisoning! I never should have hired a wedding planner I knew this wouldn't work I just knew it. It's too late for anybody to do anything now. We'll just get married, and have a few drinks with friends over at the house. I guess that's all that matters," she said, putting her head on her mother's shoulder.

Laura's mind started racing. Her daughter had to have the wedding she had always dreamed of. She knew how long Lorelai had waited for this. She had to do something. She gave Lorelai a squeeze and told her to sit up.

"The wedding is at four o'clock tomorrow right?" she asked.

Lorelai nodded.

"And the reception starts at six?"

Lorelai tearfully nodded again.

Laura stood up, "Sweetheart, you leave everything to me."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll take care of everything. The reception will still happen and it will be everything you want it to be."

"Mom, I couldn't ask you to do that, I mean…all that work and…"

"Don't you worry about a thing," her mother said standing up and grabbing her purse. "Mother will take care of everything."

"Mom, I don't know. We don't want a massive production. We just want something simple."

"Something simple—got it," she said helping her daughter up. "You go back to work and I'll meet you there later today."

"Are you sure Mom?" Lorelai asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'll meet you there."

"Please Mom, no big productions."

"I promise. Now scoot-scoot I've got work to do," she said and walked her to the door.

"Everything will be fine," she said as she hugged Lorelai, "Drive safely."

As soon as Lorelai drove away, Laura shut the door and had to press her hands hard together to keep from clapping them in excitement. Richard chuckled as she came hurrying into the living room, talking to herself as she made plans.

"Hey remember me?" he said softly and she turned and smiled, "Yes?"

He took his wallet out of his pocket and took out a credit card. "I never thought I'd live to see the day when I'd say this, but have at it," he said chuckling, handing her the card.

She smiled and reached up and kissed his cheek, "Simple Darling, it will be simple," she said.

Richard smiled, it was good to see her so happy. Suddenly the image of her face that night in the study when they had fought about Rory flashed into his mind.

It's frivolous, and meaningless. I don't want that life for her.

"Work your magic Maestro," he said. "I can't wait to see it."

She smiled and kissed him again and then bounded out the door. "Have a good day Darling!" she called.

"You too!" Richard called after her.

She arrived at the Dragonfly Inn at two o'clock with Camille and Rachel in tow as well as stuffed bags from Wal-Mart, Michaels craft store, Target, and Zurcher's party store.

"Mrs. Gilmore!" Michel met her at the entrance, "What a pleasure it is to see you again!" he said.

She was holding eight bags, four in each hand as well as pushing a box with her foot. "Nice to see you again Michel," Laura responded courteously.

"I hear you are planning Lorelai's reception, well if you need anything, anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask."

Laura smiled and continued to push the box with her foot as she walked along.

"I am a man of impeccable taste," he said with a flourish, "Just let me know if there is anything I can do for you…anything at all."

"Actually Michel, could you tell me where the banquet hall is?" she asked a little out of breath.

"Certainly," he said smiling, "Right this way" he pointed down the hall and instructed her to follow him.

"If you need anything, anything at all, just ask anyone here and they know where to find me," he said as he led the three women down the hall, each carrying a load of sacks.

"Thank you Michel," Laura said as she followed him, "That certainly is very helpful."

When Lorelai found her she had rolled up her hair with a pen in it, and set to work.

"Sweetheart, do you have a few people you could lend me this afternoon?" she asked Lorelai as she put on her glasses and stuck a few pins in her mouth.

"Sure Mom," she said heading out the door.

"And Dear…he's a very nice man but…"

"Not Michel, got it," Lorelai said and hurried out the door.

She came back with a server and two of the upstairs maids.

"Perfect!" Laura said, coming over and extending her hand, "I'm Laura…Emily Gilmore, what are your names."

"Sacha,"

"Jane,"

"Monica," the three young ladies answered.

"Alright, Sacha, can you start testing those white lights for me? Jane, you can start setting up tables, Monica, I need some help with this tuelle." The three nodded and set to work. Laura turned to her daughter, "And you…you get out of here," she said, patting her daughter on the head.

"Yes Mam," Lorelai said and hurried out the door.

If there was another thing that Lorelai Gilmore could admit that she was as well as impatient, it was too curious for her own good, and despite the work that she had she kept peeking into the banquet hall until her mother would catch her and order her away. At five o'clock, Sookie was summoned for consultation to which Lorelai cried that it was not fair and was promptly told "Go to your desk!"

At six o'clock, Lorelai called in between the doors, "Mom, it's six, I'm headed home. Rory's coming over tonight."

"Okay Dear," came the reply. "Tell her hello for me and have a good time! I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Mom, can't I have a little peak first?" Lorelai cried.

"Okay Dear," Laura repeated in the same voice inflection, "Tell her hello for me and have a good time! I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye!" Lorelai called back shaking her head.

It was nine-thirty, when she finally stopped and headed home. She didn't want too, but she knew that Richard would burst something in his brain worrying if she was out past eleven.

Again she wasn't surprised to see him sitting out on a bench in their front yard as she pulled up.

He met her as she was pulling up and opened the door for her. "Hello Beautiful," he said smiling.

She blushed, "Hi yourself Handsome," she said taking his hand as he helped her out of the car. She stepped close to him and put her arms around him, "You are certainly nice to come home to at the end of the day," she said.

He bent down and kissed her forehead, "Did you save the day?"

She reached back and massaged an aching muscle, "Not quite, there's still more to do tomorrow."

Richard took her place massaging the muscle with his big hand and walked with her into the house.

The next morning Richard woke up and to his surprise when he reached out his arm to put it around his wife, he found an empty side of the bed. He woke up fully and saw a yellow sticky note on her pillow.

"Darling, had to leave early to go finish the decorations. Your tux is all laid out for you. Meet me at the Dragonfly at 3:30 and we'll go over together. I'll be the one crying! Don't be late.

Emily,"

Richard smiled and put his hand over the name Emily, she hadn't ever done that before, actually referred to herself as Emily.

The Dragonfly Inn was a buzz of excitement with Sookie ordering people about in the kitchen, Laura ordering people around in the banquet hall, both trying to work their magic before gametime. The daughters of the couple were put to work too, with Rory upstairs trying to calm the bride to be, and April walking the groom around the grounds trying to explain to him the Pythagorean Theorem in attempt in her thirteen year old way of trying to calm him down. Richard arrived at 3:00, and found his wife asleep on a chair right outside of the banquet hall. He smiled, and took off the glasses that had fallen down to her nose. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, he said, "Emily, Emily wake-up,"

Laura woke up with a start, "What time is it?" she cried.

Richard put a hand on her shoulder, "It's three o'clock."

"Oh my goodness," she said, "I have to go help Lorelai get dressed," she said.

"Darling, I would also suggest getting dressed yourself," he said as she hurried down the hall. She stopped short and looked down at herself. "Right," she said and hurried down the hall.

Her dress was hung in one of the upstairs room, a white dress with gold trimmings. She hurried and got dressed, brushing her hair back into a fancy twist and leaving the rest of it down. When she finished putting on her make-up she looked at herself in the mirror. She was a mother of the bride. Just a short time ago she had sat on her front porch and wondered if she would ever have a real family. Here she was a mother of the bride. There came a soft knock at the door.

"Grandma?" Rory said stepping in. "Are you ready?"

"Yes Dear," she said, "Let's go help your mother," she said, extending her hand and giving Rory's a squeeze as she took it.

They walked in to Lorelai's dressing room and Lorelai turned around and smiled.

"Okay Little Girl," Laura said, "Arms up,"

Lorelai obeyed and both Rory and Laura placed the white cloud of silk over her head and while Laura zipped up the back, Rory fluffed the dress. It was a silent moment for the three Gilmore women, but a bonding one as two of them lovingly prepared the other for the day she had dreamed of all her life. Finally, there was one more thing, the diamond tiara for the princess of the day, and Rory whispered, "I think I'll go check on Grandpa," leaving mother and daughter alone.

Lorelai smiled at her mother, and bent down for her crowning.

Laura fastened the tiara to her head, and the fluffed the small veil that was pinned to the twist in Lorelai's hair. She stood back and put her hand to her daughter's cheek. "No woman has ever looked this exquisite," she said, tears burning in her eyes.

Lorelai sighed and hugged her mother, "I love you Mom," she said.

Laura hugged her back, "I love you too."

To be continued—Next up, the wedding!