Part One: Rory's P.O.V.
Two weeks, fourteen days until the ball. I can hardly wait to see what is in store for us and myself. June 29th is so far away.
My mom and I are going to try on dresses tomorrow. She has no idea what type of dress she wants but I know what type I want. I want a dress fit for a queen. I want to feel like Cinderella wearing that dress. I wish I could find a dress that swishes around me as I twirl in a circle. Am I asking too much?
Guess what? During these past two weeks I've learned some new things. Like I can't plan everything I do. The element of surprise always works. Also I've learned that I've hurt people these past few months. For example, my mom. She just wanted to be there for me and I shut her out. I miss Lane, too. She left for Korea a few days ago and will be back at the end of July. We started talking, really talking, earlier this month.
I'm happier then I have ever been in the past few days. As it gets closer I get nervous though. What if he rejects me? What if I was wrong? About loving him I mean. What do I do then?