AN: I own stuff but not GG-that's all amy's and wb, etc. Plus, if I owned it we so would of gotten a L&L elopement the end instead of, well, u know…
Emily's POV on The Perfect Dress:
Since the day I laid eyes on her I knew what her wedding would be like. I think I even told her once that it'd be a Winter Russian theme. Of course she mumbled something to the effect that it wasn't her though I knew it'd be beautiful. Up until she turned 16 I envisioned her wearing white but now that would be highly inappropriate. I'd lend her my tiara, her father would walk her down the aisle of the grand hall we'd rent out and she would marry a man of suitable stature.
Even with all that has happened between us, I knew I'd be there during the planning and certainly during the actual ceremony. No matter how frustrated that girl made me, I had plans for her that I would never alter.
I had seen it for years. The look in their eyes when they were around each other, the fact that he was the male lead in all her stories, all the time they spent together. I figured it'd just go away. Still, I wasn't surprised when I found out about them dating. I took care of it at the time. And in the words of Richard, "It backfired." Then of course, I go to fix it all and my own daughter tells me to shut up. I taught her better than that. That girl will never get it.
For a few weeks things seemed to be getting back to normal. Rory and Lorelai both came to dinner and we shared pleasantries. Everything seemed to be fine.
That day Lorelai came to us for help I felt emotion I hadn't felt in years. My daughter needed me, really needed me. Of course I wasn't going to let Rory leave Yale, that wasn't part of the plan. And just a day later, we are sitting there telling Lorelai that Rory would be moving in with us and taking some time off from school. I'd never admit it out loud but the look on her face almost crushed me. I had that same look when I read the note she left when she took off with Rory 20 years ago.
The next few months were awful. At some point Lorelai had the nerve to get engaged to that diner man. Rory started to act like her mother. Apparently my own husband thinks I'm frivolous and shallow. I'm the reason Rory took off just like her mother did. I'm the reason I lost both my daughter and my grand-daughter.
So here I am being frivolous and shallow outside of Hartford, away from anyone who would prevent me from doing so. I took a second to cross the street when my eyes wandered to woman standing in the middle of a store, twirling around in what appeared to be a wedding dress. She looked absolutely happy and content being in that dress. It tugged at my heart when I realized that same woman was none other than my daughter. MY daughter was happy and twirling in a wedding dress. That certainly was not a sight I was expecting to see. As soon as I was turning to leave, I see Rory pull up and slowly enter the store, as if she thought she was at the wrong place. I see tears come to her eyes as she and her mother hugged, Sookie soon joined in.
Here I was on the outside of the store looking in. This is not how it's suppose to be. I'm not the one to be looking in. I should be in there. I should be telling her that she looks absolutely gorgeous and that my tiara would look so much better than that veil.
I feel the tears start to come but I hold them in just to stay a little longer. I see them finishing up so I start to turn in the other direction so they don't see me but I can hear their conversation as they come out.
"So, you're gonna hide it in my closet, aren't you?"
"Of course, Luke's got a weird thing about going in your room. He'd never find it,"
"Mom, I'm really, really glad you're so happy."
"Thanks, kid. It's just so great that it's all falling into place. Soon Luke and I will have our middle! The wedding is just going to be perfect." She says with the biggest smile I've ever seen on her face.
So, she's happy. Really, truly, head-over-heels-in-love happy. A small tear escapes as I realize that my lovely baby girl is happy and I'm not a part of it. I'm not a part of her 'perfect' wedding or her finding the 'perfect' dress. She's found the perfect man for herself and I saw it from the beginning but never could bring myself to admit it.