Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gilmore girls' characters or locations… the only thing that's mine is the story line and the words here… unless their quotes from the show and obviously those aren't mine either.
I had known this was a mistake from the moment I had gotten here, but I didn't notice that awful feeling in my stomach until it was too late.
I trudged up to the door, not knowing what to say Stupid stupid stupid move Lorelai I thought to myself as the maid came to the door. "Hi. I'm Lorelai Gilmore, I don't think I was expected but I'm the daughter of Richard and Emily. " I rambled, hoping to get some recognition out of her. "I'm sorry but Mrs. Gilmore specifically said no guests other then the family during dinner." She replied. You have got to be kidding me. "But I am family… I'm their daughter. They have depressed picture of me as a child plastered all over their house." I tried explaining. "I'm sorry but you will have to come back another time." She replied stepping back to close the door.
"Alright fine. I'll just come back tomorrow" I said, slightly relieved that I didn't have to deal with this yet.
But of course it wasn't that easy.
"Rosa!" a familiar yell barked as I started to turn away. "Who's at the door?" Crap I thought, completely frozen in place. "It's a woman to see you Mrs. Gilmore. I told her to come back tomorrow because you were having dinner, just like you told me to Mrs. Gilmore." The maid replied humbly, gazing at the carpet. "Well you might as well see what this woman wants she's already disrupted the drinks." Mom said, pushing past the maid as I turned around. "Lorelai?" she breathed.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! I screamed at myself "Hi" I stammered. "I need to talk to Rory." I quickly explained. "Well you can come back tomorrow. We're having dinner." She said coolly. "No. I need to talk to her tonight." I said forcefully. And in the center ring we have Lorelai and Emily Gilmore. I thought to myself, feeling the argument coming on. Suddenly the look came upon her face. The look I knew so well. The I've got her now look. "Then you might as well stay for dinner" she said, stepping aside. "Rosa set another place at the table for my daughter, and take her coat please, there's no need for her to look like a hobo." She commanded, starting to walk back to the living room, leaving me astounded at the doorstep. "Well are you coming?" she asked turning around and staring at me. Left with no other options I shrugged off my sweater and handed it to the maid, following after my mother.
The front door closing behind the maid was probably the loudest noise I had ever heard in my life, despite her trying to ease it closed. Enter gnawing remorse. I thought as my stomach dropped.