Daddy's Little Girl
By Amelia DuGrey
Chapter 4 - A DuGrey Dinner (or, A Night In A Torture Chamber)
At noon Saturday, I was awake. By then, the menu for that night had been decided, the house had been cleaned, scrubbed, and polished, and preparations for the all-important DuGrey dinner had begun. The menu was six courses. Appetizers (Escargots), Salad (Baby Spinach, Almonds, Strawberries, and an oil dressing), Soup (Cream of Mushroom), Vegetable (Fennel - who eats that stuff.... not me!), Meat (Veal), and Dessert (Creme Brulee). The most repulsive foods known to mankind. Yuck, Yuck, Yuck.
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Four hours later, the fighting began when my dad asked to see what I was going to wear and I came out in a corduroy skirt and GAP tank top. Oh, and running shoes. I think Christopher shit himself when he saw that. After I raided Alex's closet, I came up with a black lace see-through cocktail dress. (AN: Think Lauren Graham's SAG dress) and black spike heels.
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At six o'clock, they arrived... with Tristan in tow. After wine and 'soda', we sat down to dinner, and the fun began.
It all began with Christopher paying the loving husband and father, and successful businessman. It all went downhill from there. Then, as if the night couldn't get any better, Mr. and Mrs. DuGrey started talking with me.
"So Lorelai, how are you enjoying Chilton?" He asked.
"Oh, it's wonderful. It definitely becomes more challenging every year." Gag.
"And has your mother began planning your debutante party yet?" She asked.
"Yes, she has. Our gardens are simply heavenly right now." I couldn't believe I was spewing off this crap. Then they finally left me alone, and moved on.
Long story short, this lasted until midnight, easy. Around ten, Tristan and I retreated to the 'gardens' and spent some 'quality time' together. One thing - WOW! Are guys allowing to be that good at anything? We walked around for a while, and finally, when we got to the pond, we sat down within a foot of the water and started talking....
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"So.... Rory."
"Tristan" I replied as cordially of possible, even though I just wanted him to take me on the spot.... he looked soooooo hot tonight
"I was wondering, what are you doing of Friday?"
"Depends who's asking. If it's that freak Clive, I'm busy"
"No it's no Clive... it's me"
"In all honesty, I'm free."
"That's great!" All of a sudden, he stood up.
"Uh, Tristan, are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine, I was just wondering..." he grabbed my hands and pulled me up with him "What would you do if I did this...." he asked as he grasped my hands.
"It depends what you were planning to do after" I said, smiling. All of a sudden, he got a devilish grin in his eyes.
"How about this...." He let go of my hands and grasped my face, kissing my with all his might.... He tasted like cinnamon for some reason... it was yummy. All of a sudden, he abruptly stopped, letting go of me. I lost my balance and fell backwards, right into the pond, screaming as I went down.
"OH MY GOD... TRISTAN, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him in too. We started splashing each other, screaming the whole time.
I guess the gardeners heard us and alerted our parents, since they picked that time to show up and order us out of the pond, grounding us for a week each. Oh well, it was worth it!