Chapter Fourteen- The Little Blue Dress

Rory stood, staring into her closet. This was it. The night that she would meet Logan's family…meet Mitchum Huntzberger…make a first, and lasting impression. And she had no idea what to wear.

She sighed, and began to pull things out of her closet. Dress by dress, skirt by skirt, she tossed things behind her, landing on the bed and floor.

"God, why is this so difficult!" she exclaimed, plopping down on her bed. Her closet was now void of all formal and semi-formal wear, and she was even more distressed than before she had raided the closet.

She leaned over and grabbed her cell phone off the desk, and dialed Logan's number.

"Hello?"

"I have no idea what to wear. There's nothing. All my dresses and nice clothes…they're all wrong. All I have is jeans!" she said desperately, all in one breath.

"Ace, calm down…and speak slower. What do you mean you have no clothes? You have plenty of clothes. And why are you so freaked out?"

"I'm meeting your family, Logan! I'm meeting your father!"

"I'm aware of that…remember, I was in the room when we were invited. And, you know, the father sort of comes with the family."

"Logan! This is not funny!"

"I know. I'm sorry. Okay, calm down, I'm coming over. Don't worry about it. It will be fine."

Rory sighed. "Fine. Okay. Yeah…."

"I'm walking out the door right now." Logan exited his dorm, and headed in the direction of Rory's. "Ace…are you breathing?" He asked jokingly.

Rory scoffed. "Yes."

"Just checking." He finally arrived at her door, and hung up the phone, entering the suite.

"Ace?" he called, heading for her room.

"I'm in here," Rory replied as Logan opened the door to her room. He couldn't help but laugh at the scene before him. Clothes scattered all across the room, and Rory sitting on a pile on her bed, her hair still wet from her shower, still in her bathrobe.

He walked towards her, and moved clothes out of the way so he could sit next to her. He kissed her gently, and pushed her wet hair back.

"You're going to be fine. Hell, the first time I met your parents, my shirt was unbuttoned, and I was groping you."

Rory smiled. "Yes, but your father is very influential…"

He turned her to force her to look at him. "Rory, listen to me. It will be fine. My parents will love you. You're the sweetest, most caring person on the face of this planet, you're incredibly intelligent, beautiful, and you love me. Plus, your grandparents and my parents are very close friends. Don't worry about it." He looked over his shoulder, and grabbed a dress off of the bed. He handed the blue cocktail dress to her hand smiled. "Here. Wear this, and you'll be fine."

Rory hugged him and smiled. "Okay." She got up, and entered the bathroom to get ready. Logan sighed, and went into the living room to watch television.

Rory came out of the bathroom, wearing the dark blue cocktail dress that ended just past her knees, with subtle ruffles on the trim, and on the cap sleeves. Her dark brown hair was curled, and her makeup was light.

She came into the living room, and cleared her throat. Logan looked up from the television and smiled.

"See, that is what I'm talking about. You look beautiful," he said, going to her and kissing her lightly. "Absolutely amazing," he whispered.

He looked down at his watch, and groaned. "We should get going," he said. Rory nodded, and went back into her bedroom. She emerged carrying dark blue heels to match her dress, and her coat. She sat on the couch, and put her shoes on before standing and joining Logan by the door.

She put her coat on and smiled.

"Ready to go?" he asked, rubbing her arm. Rory nodded.

"If we don't go now, I'll probably change my mind and go hide in my room." Logan laughed, and opened the door.

Rory grabbed her purse as Logan ushered her through the door before closing it behind him.

He took her hand, and led her to the car.

"Let's go meet the parents."