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The weekend seemed to fly by with the discussion of details. Deciding on an early winter wedding, they set the date for November 11th. That left them about seven months to plan the wedding. With less than two months until they graduate, they were both eager to finish up their semester and enjoy their summer together.

Logan had been on his way in from class, eager to get home to see Rory when the door man called out to him, "Mr. Huntzberger!" Their week had been so hectic, and he felt he hadn't seen her for longer than five minutes since Sunday. It was Wednesday already, and all he wanted to do was put in a movie and cuddle with his fiancée.

Groaning inwardly, Logan turned towards the doorman. "Yes Teddy?" he snapped in a frustrated tone.

"There is a visitor for you," he offered.

"Upstairs?" Logan asked, confused.

"Not quite…" Teddy clarified, his glance focused on something standing behind Logan.

Turning to the source of Teddy's stare, Logan was dumbfounded at the individual standing before him.

"I hear congratulations are in order," Gina ventured.

"What the hell do you want?" Logan snarled at her, through clenched teeth.

"Not happy to see me?" she pouted pitiably. Taking in her projected bottom lip, Logan cringed at how pathetic she looked.

"I said what the hell do you want?" he repeated, slowly.

"Can we go somewhere and talk?" she suggested, moving closer to him. "Somewhere a little more private maybe?"

He took a step back as she ventured towards him and her hand was about to touch his chest in a playful, flirtatious manner. "Do not touch me," he warned, swatting her hand away.

"Well I see that you're still a little miffed about our last introduction. How about we begin again?" Not leaving Logan a chance to protest, she stuck out her hand, "My name is Gina Sactinetii."

Logan was silent, and did not meet her handshake. "Tell me what you are doing here before I have you removed from the building," he seethed at her.

"Well it's simple really. I want you to break off your engagement to Rory," she replied minimally.

"Excuse me?" he spat out at her.

"She doesn't deserve you Logan, don't you see?"

"You're delusional. We're perfect together. Get the hell out of here," he screamed at her.

"I get what I want Logan. Understand that much," she threatened.

"I highly doubt that."

"I think you underestimate me," she stated confidently.

"I'm sure that I'm not misjudging you when I see you for a pathetic, dismal excuse for a human being. But you are severely miscalculating my ascendancy. If this harassment continues, I will not hesitate to ruin your pitiable existence." His eyes were daggers and his words irate; it took all of his self control and restraint to remain calm.

"I don't believe a word you're saying."

"You have no idea the kind of destruction I am capable of. If I were you, I would withdraw your efforts at once and disappear as quickly as possible."

With her mouth agape at his comment, she turned on her heel slowly, and stalked out of the building. Satisfied with his ability to vanquish that nuisance, but slightly unsettled at her appearance in the first place, Logan wearily headed up to the apartment, deliberating whether or not to inform Rory of Gina's impromptu visit.


"Hey," Rory greeted distractedly as she noticed Logan enter their bedroom.

She was sitting in the middle of their bed, surrounded by innumerable wedding magazines, books, notebooks, articles, and papers surrounding her. Her long hair was thrown up in a messy bun on the top of her head, and she wore nothing but a large Yale t-shirt of his—she looked beautiful. Smiling at the sight, he made an impulsive decision not to tell her of Gina's visit.

"Hey Ace," he replied, leaning over the pile of wedding literature to give her a kiss. "What are you up to?"

She looked up at him frenetically, holding papers in both her hands, "We need a theme!" She spoke hurriedly as she turned her attention back to the magazines and frantically leafed through each page.

"What are you talking about honey?" he asked calmly, pushing some of the magazines out of the way to make room to sit next to her on the bed.

"My grandmother and your mother say that I need to pick themes! Do I want an ivory or white dress? Pearl or lace trimmed invitations?! What style should the bridesmaids dresses be? Would goose or duck be more appealing to our guests? What about the flower arrangements???"

"Slow down Ace…" he tried to ease her anxiety.

"I can't slow down--the goose and the duck are waiting for an answer!! My grandmother says that these decisions need to be made right away if we intend to make the proper arrangements in time!"

"Hey, hey, hey…" he whispered in a comforting tone, wrapping his arms around her. "Do not listen to them; we have plenty of time to plan your dream wedding. I promise."

Relaxing into his arms, she breathed a sigh of relief at the reassurance he gave her. "Sorry baby, they just got me all wound up about planning the wedding, and I sort of lost my concept of reality for a moment. Freak out over, I promise," she giggled slightly.

"No need to apologize Ace. I can see the two of them being exceedingly overwhelming during this process."

Rory merely laughed in response to his statement.

"Is anyone home? I've come to hang out! Mate? Love?" Finn's voice boomed throughout the apartment.

From their spot at the bed, Logan grunted, "I forgot to get the spare key back from Finn." Upon his entrance to the bedroom, Logan inquired, "Don't you ever knock?"

Ignoring his comment, Finn raised his eyebrows at Rory's attire, or lack thereof, "I didn't realize this was a pajama party love." With a playful wink in her, he continued jokingly, "Shall I strip down to my knickers as well?"

"Finn!" Logan bellowed.

"What?" he asked innocently. "Your fiancée has fabulous legs Huntz."

"Finn!" Rory shrieked, moving to cover her bare legs with a blanket.

"Yes love?"

"Get out!!"

"O.K., O.K. Geeze, you make one comment about your best friend's fiancée's legs and you're not allowed to see her without pants on anymore," he stated sarcastically, exiting the bedroom and heading where else? To the mini bar.


A/N: Feedback is appreciated!!