A/N: Chapter six, yay! I tried to get it up as fast as possible. I've been kind of busy the past few days though. I have all these books I have to read before school starts and eww. I don't want school to start! But let's not talk about that right now. I wanted to share with you guys one of the inspirations for this story. "Until The World" by The Afters is a great song, and I think it really gets across some of the points in this story. Listen to it or read the lyrics and I'm sure you'll understand. I love that song and I listen to it a lot while I'm writing this story. There are other inspirations as well, but that's one of the main ones. Now, get reading!

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Rory looked at herself once more in the mirror before deciding that everything was perfect. Her midnight blue ball gown fit perfectly, hugging her in all of the right places. It was a sleeveless V-neck gown, and the soft, silky fabric felt like water when it brushed her legs as she walked. A small slit up the left side gave her plenty of room to move and revealed her black, lacey high-heels.

She hadn't done anything particularly special with her hair. After toying with a few ideas, Rory simply decided to let it fall in soft, natural waves over her shoulders. Putting a hand up to her neck, she couldn't help but think that one thing was missing. A necklace would have been the cherry on top of an otherwise flawless outfit, but Rory didn't have one with her. Oh well, not to worry. Brushing off the thought, Rory quickly grabbed her purse and walked into the kitchen just as a soft knock sounded on the door.

"Coming!" She called, carefully walking over to the door and opening it. The limo driver from that afternoon smiled at her.

"Your chariot awaits," he announced as Rory locked the door behind them and followed him out of the apartment building.

Rory glanced at the clock once she was in the car and saw that it was 6:45. It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't the faintest idea where they were going. Logan hadn't even told her where it was. Rory shrugged. I guess it will be a surprise.

Gazing out of the window, Rory couldn't help but think what a beautiful city London was. Especially at night – the lights were magnificent. Rory knew that Logan missed home, but how could he not be enjoying himself even in the slightest? He was living in London, for heaven's sake. London, which now rivaled New York and Boston as Rory's favorite city. London had an air to it that Rory herself couldn't even explain. It was historic, exciting, and homely all at the same time. It reminded her of Boston, but only slightly.

Before she knew it, the limousine had stopped and the driver was opening the door for her. She timidly exited the car and looked around. There were huge steps in front of her leading to a very large banquet hall, illuminated in the fading light of the evening. A fountain stood just before the steps, and even where Rory stood, she could feel the softest mist emitting from it. People were milling around, all dressed similarly to her – either in tuxedos or fancy gowns.

Rory's eyes fell on a familiar face as she found Logan walking towards her with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He had an adoring smirk on his face and Rory couldn't help but smile. "Hey, Ace," he greeted, once she was in earshot. Removing his hands from his pockets, Logan gently wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a light kiss on her cheek. "You look amazing."

"You don't look half bad yourself," Rory replied, unable to wipe the smile on her face as they began walking towards the building.

"Wait," Logan said, suddenly stopping. Rory turned and looked him curiously. "I have something for you." He reached into his pocket again and removed a black velvet jewelry box.

"For me?" Rory asked giddily.

"No, it's for Doris, I just want anther woman's opinion before I give it to her," Logan replied with a sarcastic grin.

Rory smiled as he placed the box in her hands. She almost gasped upon opening it. Inside was the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. It was silver with three studded diamonds on either side of a hanging, tear drop-shaped sapphire. It was beautiful and elegant while maintaining a certain simplicity. "Logan, it's beautiful," she whispered.

"I'm glad you like it," he said with a smile. He gently clasped it around her neck and she turned around to face him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Rory wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. They broke apart after a few moments, and simply stood there, gazing into each others' eyes. "I love you," Rory murmured. Logan responded by simply kissing her again.

"And," Rory said as they continued towards the banquet hall, "It matches my dress."

They entered the tune of violins, laughter, and conversations. Rory was amazed, not just at how fancy everything was, but at how big the banquet hall was. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and ceiling-to-floor windows surrounded the entire room. "Come on," Logan said, placing his hand on the small of her back and guiding her through the people milling around.

"Do you know all of these people?"

"Some of them," he replied.

"Logan!" Came a gruff voice off to the right.

Rory looked over and saw a tall, intimidating man standing, waving off a waiter that offered him h'ors doeuvres,

"Mr. Westbrook," Logan greeted and he and Rory walked up to the man. "It's nice to see you."

The man grunted. "Hardly. I hate these stupid charity events," Mr. Westbrook grumbled. Rory suppressed a giggle. "Mindless socialites milling around and complimenting each others' cufflinks."

Logan cast a sideways glance at Rory as Mr. Westbrook looked on. "Edward, I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Rory Gilmore. Rory, this is Edward Westbrook. He works in reinsurance."

"Nice to meet you," Rory greeted politely.

"Yes," he agreed shortly.

There was a bit of an awkward silence before Rory spoke up again. "So reinsurance, what is that exactly?"

Mr. Westbrook looked at her curiously, obviously not expecting her to ask such a question. "Well, your insurance companies have insurance. That's where we come in. It's very complicated."

"It sounds interesting," Rory said with a smile.

"Yes, it is," he agreed, turning the corners of his mouth up ever so slightly.

"Well, Edward, I think it's time we make the rounds," Logan said at length. "It was nice seeing you."

He grunted again before turning around and making off in another direction. Logan immediately turned to Rory. "You amaze me sometimes," he said with a grin.

"How so?"

"You got Mr. Westbrook to almost smile. I don't think he's smiled since the gala of '84," Logan explained incredulously.

"Why, what happened at the gala of '84?"

"Oh, the Swiss Re sponsored boat caught on fire," Logan answered as they continued walking through the ballroom.

"And he smiled at that?"

"He wouldn't be the Edward Westbrook we all know and love if he didn't," Logan pointed out with a smirk. "Oh, here we go. Chester!" Logan guided Rory up to a middle-aged couple.

"Logan, good man, nice to see you," Chester greeted him with a handshake. He turned to Rory next. "And who is this lovely creature?"

"Chester, this is my girlfriend, Rory Gilmore," he said proudly. "Rory, I'd like you to meet Chester and Heidi Wilcox."

"Nice to meet you." Rory held out her hand to each of them in turn.

"Rory, your dress is divine," Heidi admired. "Come, come, you must meet the girls."

"Oh, I," Rory stuttered. She looked at Logan quizzically.

"Logan, may I borrow her for a few minutes?" Heidi asked.

"Take her," he agreed with a smile, leaning in and kissing Rory on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll be right over here." Logan slyly whispered the last bit into her ear just before Heidi pulled her into the other direction.

"Quite a catch, that Logan Huntzberger," Heidi stated as Rory fell into step beside her.

"Umm, thank you," Rory responded.

They pulled to a stop a few yards away in front of three other women. "Rory," Heidi introduced. "This is Lydia Atkins, Marian Hotchkiss, and Belisma Wentworth. Ladies, this is Rory Gilmore, Logan Huntzberger's girlfriend."

Rory took in the three women. Lydia and Belisma, like Heidi, were somewhat overweight, but Marian was a stick. The contrast was somewhat intriguing. All three had on long, flowing gowns of various shades. "Rory," Lydia said, hanging on the word. "That's a very interesting name for a girl."

"Well my real name is Lorelai," Rory explained. "I'm named after my mother."

"After your mother?" Belisma asked in astonishment. "You know, that is typically a tradition carried on by men."

"Yes, well, my mother's very headstrong. She figured that if men can do it, women can do it, too," Rory continued with a smirk.

"Where in America are you from, Dear?" Prodded Heidi. "Somewhere in New England, I'm assuming, seeing as Logan lives in that area."

"Yes, I'm from Connecticut. A small town outside of New Haven."

"A small town, how quaint," Belisma offered condescendingly.

Rory glanced at Marian who had yet to say a thing. She was about to ask her something when Heidi spoke up again. "Where did you meet Logan?"

"At Yale."

"You went to Yale?" Lydia asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, I still do actually. I'll be entering my senior year."

"Yale is a fine school," Belisma stated. "And here I took you to be mindless."

Rory stared with wide-eyes at the woman's bluntness.

"How long have you and Logan been together?" Asked Lydia.

"A little over a year and a half."

"How charming," Heidi observed. "And he hasn't proposed yet?"

Rory nearly choked. "Oh, no, we haven't…well you see…I haven't even graduated yet." The four of them stared at her as if they couldn't see a point in that at all.

"You are going to get married, aren't you?" Belisma asked as if not doing so was a cardinal sin.

"Well…" Rory had absolutely no idea what to say. Of course she'd thought about her future with Logan, but they were just being so blunt.

"These ham wraps are delicious."

Heidi, Belisma, and Lydia turned to look at Marian as if her hair were on fire. "Ham wraps?" Belisma asked with a furrowed brow.

"Ladies," came the voice of a savior. Logan came up behind Rory and wrapped an arm around her waist. "How is everyone this evening?"

The three aforementioned women smiled at Logan. "Wonderful, Logan," Heidi replied sweetly. "We were just having a nice conversation with your charming girlfriend."

Logan glanced over at Rory who shot him a pleading look. Immediately getting the message, he looked back at the other women. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I need to take her back now."

"Oh, well, I do hope you have a lovely evening," Belisma wished them with a kind smile.

"Thanks, we will," Rory said, taking Logan's hand and pulling him along after her. He laughed as they walked away. "You just rescued me from a lion pit."

"Sorry, Ace. I really had to discuss a few things with Mr. Wilcox, though, and I figured you could handle yourself for a little bit," Logan explained.

Rory sighed and leaned into him as they walked. "It's okay. Those women are crazy though."

"Believe me, I know," he assured her. "That's part of the reason I hate coming to these charity events."

"Hey, what charity is this for anyway?"

Logan was silent for a moment as he racked his brain. "I have no idea."

"I'm sure you're not alone in that."

"I bet half of the people here don't even know it's a charity event," Logan guessed.

"No, probably not," she agreed. "Certainly not those four."

"Were they really that bad?"

"Dench-worthy."

"I thought that was me?"

"They were much worse."

"I'll take your word for it," Logan said with a grin as he kissed the top of her head. "Oh, do you see that man and his wife over there?"

Rory followed Logan's gaze and saw a very elderly man and woman standing together. "Yes, I see them."

"That's Mr. and Mrs. Kensington. He's the richest man in this entire room," Logan explained.

"I think he's also probably the oldest," Rory guessed.

"Let's go say hi. Mr. Kensington is a friend of my father's." Logan grabbed Rory's hand and pulled her along after him. "Robert, it's great to see you."

The man looked Logan up and down. "Ah, Logan Huntzberger?" He inquired, his voice scratchy. Logan nodded, confirming his inquiry.

"Robert, this is my girlfriend, Rory Gilmore."

"Huh?" Richard, shouted, moving closer to Logan so he could hear better.

"Rory Gilmore!" Logan shouted, pointing in Rory's direction.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Glory." Richard extended a hand. Logan was going to correct him, but then decided against it.

Richard pointed to his wife. "Louise," he stated loudly.

"It's nice to meet you, Louise," Rory greeted, offering her hand.

"What?" Louise asked, moving closer.

"It's nice to meet you!" Rory repeated.

"I hate pea soup!" Louise yelled right back.

"No, no," Robert said in annoyance, turning to his wife. "Meet you, not pea soup!"

"No, Richard, no pea soup!" Louise shouted at him.

"What?" He asked, obviously unable to hear her.

Rory cast a weary glance at Logan, whose hand was covering his mouth in an attempt to hold back laughter.

"Robert, who are these people?" Louise looked at Logan and Rory in confusion.

"Logan Huntzberger," Richard shouted, leaning closer to his wife so that she could hear him. "And his little girlfriend, Glory."

"It's Rory," she corrected, leaning in closer to the elderly couple.

"Oh yes, Rory," Richard said as if he's forgotten. "Logan, how's the paper?"

"It's good," Logan said loudly. "Thank you."

"Tell Mitchum I said hi!"

"I'll do that," Logan assured him.

"The chandeliers are pretty!" Louise announced.

"Yes," Rory nodded in agreement. "Yes they are."

"Huh?"

"Yes they are!"

"Oh, yes," Louise said excitedly.

"If you'll excuse us." Logan offered a nod to the Kensingtons and lightly took Rory's elbow to lead her away.

"No, Richard, no pea soup!"

Rory couldn't help but laugh now. "Oh man, these charity events certainly are amusing," Rory decided, lacing her fingers with Logan's.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it," Logan assured her.

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Later that night, Rory found herself snuggled against Logan on the couch. BBC News was on, but Rory wasn't paying much attention that that. Her mind was drifting. The fundraiser had been…interesting, to say the least. It got boring once they had to be seated. Speeches were made, and it turned out it was a charity for underprivileged British schools. Mr. Kensington ended up making a sizable donation after he realized that this was, in fact, a charity event and not a wedding reception.

Rory's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. Another thing she'd bought at Harrod's was a charger. She hadn't expected to find one there, but who knew that Harrod's sold electronics? That store was amazing – you could get clothes, a TV, a riding helmet, and groceries all in one trip.

Rory leaned forward and grabbed her cell phone off of the coffee table. "Hello?"

"Rory? It's Chas Murdoch."

"Oh," Rory said in surprise. "Hi, Chas." Logan glanced over at her upon hearing the name, but she rolled her eyes to signal the insignificance.

"I uh, I haven't heard from you in a few days. I called the newspaper and they said you were out of town for awhile," he said confusedly.

"Yes, I'm in London with Logan," Rory explained.

"Oh." There was silence on the other line. "I didn't know you were planning on going to London."

"It was kind of spur-of-the-moment." Rory looked over at Logan and smiled, taking his hand in her own. "I had to see him."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes," she assured him, "Everything's perfect."

"Have you talked to him about the Los Angeles Times?"

Rory frowned at the mention of it. "Yes, I'm still considering it. There's no rush, right?"

"Well," Chas responded at length. "We would like to know as soon as possible, I mean, there are other people up for the position."

Rory immediately sat up straight. "What do you mean? You made it sound like I had all the time in the world."

"You do have time," Chas said defensively. "Maybe not all the time in the world, but you definitely have time."

"Well how much time exactly?" Rory asked in frustration.

"We were hoping for your answer within a month."

"A month?" Rory asked, astonished. "That's not a lot of time."

"Well we just figured that a month would be time enough to figure everything out. I mean, come on Rory, how long do you need to think about this? I thought the answer would be pretty obvious," Chas almost chuckled as he said the last sentence.

"No, it's not obvious. This is a really hard decision for me, Chas," Rory spat back. Logan now sat up as well and rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Rory, this is the Los Angeles Times," he said powerfully.

"Yes, I'm aware of that."

"Well, you keep thinking about it. And get back to me about that lunch, alright?"

"Okay," Rory replied with an annoyed sigh. "I will."

"And come back soon! New Haven misses you."

"Oh, I'm sure it does," she responded sarcastically. "Bye."

With that, she flipped her phone shut and looked over at Logan. "That was Chas."

"Yeah, I figured as much. What did he want?"

Rory rubbed her forehead as she leaned back into the couch. "He was just calling to casually inform me that they need my answer in a month. And then he went on to say that it should be an easy decision. Apparently, the right answer is 'obvious'."

"Well what happens if you don't give them an answer within a month?" Logan asked with a furrowed brow.

Rory shrugged. "I guess they're going to offer the position to someone else. First, he comes in telling me I have all the time I could possibly want, no rush, don't worry. And now all of a sudden he needs my decision as soon as possible because there are other people up for the position."

"Well, I'll talk to my father as soon as I can – tomorrow if it's possible," Logan said, trying to comfort her.

"Thank you." Rory leaned into his side and rested her head on his shoulder. "Sometimes I wish that I never got offered this job," she admitted.

"Hey," Logan said gently, "Don't say that. It's an honor to get an offer like this. And it was only a matter of time."

"Only a matter of time?" Rory raised her eyebrows in intrigue.

"Well, someone was bound to come across your amazing work eventually," he explained with a smile.

"Brown-noser," Rory chastised lovingly.

"Hey, I resent that." He gave her shoulder a light shove.

"Oh," Rory giggled. "I'm sorry. But you're my brown-noser."

"Come here," Logan said, pulling her close and pressing his lips firmly against hers.

"Logan?" Rory asked with a smile as she pulled away from him.

"Yes?" Logan gazed into her eyes and pressed his forehead to hers, smiling right back at her and brushing a lock of hair away from her face.

"Do you love me?" She loved playing this little game – asking questions that she already knew the answer to.

"Ace," he replied with a sigh, "You have no idea."

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