A.N: I am pretty sure that this is a Trory, but if a lot of ppl want otherwise, I'll change it….that means review ppl and tell me your opinion!

Chapter 2: Mary….or Ace

Tristan pulled himself out of memories of Mary and glanced at the clock. He was surprised to see that it was already six twenty. Almost unwillingly, he decided to go down and visit his Uncle Mitchum, who should be home by now.

Casually, he slipped on some jeans and a collared shirt and ambled out the door of his room. Just as he reached the bottom of the stairway, Tristan noticed Mitchum walk in the front door. Before he could let him know of his presence, Shira exclaimed loudly while rushing forward, "Mitchum, you're home. You're also late, dear."

Mitchum, who looked haggard and tired, leaned over and kissed Shira's cheek. "I tried to make it, Shira, but I was held up by this editor who-" He was cut off by Shira's announcement, "Mitchum, look who's here. Tristan, come off the stairs darling. You'll look like the help if you just hover."

Mitchum and I briefly hugged, one of those that only involves an arm around the shoulder. "It's good to see you son."

"You too, Uncle Mitchum. Mother says that you're bogged down by work…How are you?"

Mitchum chuckled, "Tristan, I have missed you. Work is work. How were finals?"

"Excellent, as always," which was accompanied by a smirk.

"Ahh, Harvard. I never understood why you didn't go to Yale. Our family has a history with that college." But after Tristan's sigh, Mitchum turned to Shira. "When's Logan going to be here?"

Tristan, also wanting to know the answer, turned to listen. Shira sighed, "I don't know why he isn't here already. He's bringing that girlfriend of his."

"Well, he'll come when he'll come…you can't control it so stop worrying Shira. I'm going to go get ready for dinner," and with that, started to climb up the steps.

Tristan was walking to the dining room with Shira when the doorbell rang. Both assumed it was Logan and began to walk back towards the large living area. As they approached the foyer, they heard voices.

"Just take those up, will you. Come on, Ace…"

"Is that a Goya! Wow, Logan!"

"Ace, I can't wait till you see the library. You'll probably faint."

"….This is so amazing. I feel like I'm in a museum."

Just as Shira rushed into the foyer, Logan muttered, "It is a museum or rather a mausoleum…"

Shira kissed both of Logan's cheeks, "Dear, it's so lovely to see you. You never come home even though you live so close." Turning to Rory, Shira held out her hand and with a very fake smile, "How are you, Rory? Its so lovely to see you again." Rory smiled nervously, "This is such a beautiful home, Shira. Thank you for inviting me."

Just as Tristan entered the foyer, Logan remarked, "Mother, Rory and I are very tired. We would like to quickly freshen up before dinner." When Logan saw Tristan, he smirked, "Good to see you, man." After a quick manly hug, Tristan questioned, "So where is this Ace of yours….still up your sleeve?"

At the sound of a strangely familiar voice, Rory turned around from examining the Goya. What she saw was a peculiarly familiar blonde with crystal blue eyes. As she searched her mind, Tristan exclaimed, "Mary!"