Rachel opened the door to the diner, confused to find the diner completely empty on such a busy summer day. Was today a town holiday? She sat at the counter, her heart beating so loud she could hear it in her ears. Tapping her fingers against the counter, she seemed positive that Luke would come out momentarily.

She sat and waited for awhile, until Caesar came out of the kitchen.

"Hi. Wow, you're actually here… can I help you today?" Caesar asked, seeming anxious to have a customer.

"I'll get a coffee. Is Luke here today?" Rachel asked.

Caesar gave Rachel a confused look. "Why would Luke come into the diner on his wedding day?"

Rachel was stunned, confused, shocked… every emotion of that nature, wrapped into one. Luke was getting married?

"Oh. It's his wedding day today? I didn't know he was engaged… okay, I knew he was engaged, but I… didn't know."

Caesar shrugged. "Well, everybody knows. It's June 3rd. It's the biggest day of the year! He and Lorelai are getting married in the town square, it's today at three… you should go," Caesar said.

Rachel nodded, paid for her coffee, and walked out of the diner. Part of her was broken hearted, empty, and upset… she loved Luke, and she let him go… and she let him go for Lorelai to take him. There was so much history there, and it would be a little weird to show up at Luke's wedding, uninvited. It wasn't like she would want to watch him get married, and rub things in even more, fuel the fire and make her even more upset.

But then again, she needed closure. She needed some sort of end, a better ending than there was last time. She needed to talk to him again, to make sure this was what he wanted, and that he was really happy. Because she'd heard he'd gotten married before, on a cruise ship or something. Maybe this wasn't something he wanted, and maybe she was the catalyst he needed to realize it.

On the other hand, Luke was getting married to Lorelai Gilmore. Of course he would be totally and completely happy. Everyone knew they were soul mates, that there was some sort of unwritten law that they were destined, required to be together.

Rachel's indecision, her biggest flaw, was hindering her ability to think clearly, to figure out what she really wanted to do. She went to her car, sitting there for a long time while she thought, or tried to think, at least. She should have known. It was so obvious that Luke would have chosen Lorelai. It was there, staring her in the eye, but she refused to stare back. For a long time, she pretended Lorelai didn't exist. She blatantly ignored the fact that Luke was in love with her, and denied that he was moving on.

Rachel touched up her makeup and her hair, grabbed her camera and stood off to the side, unnoticed, as the wedding began. She snapped picture after picture, almost as a therapy to heal her wounds.

She took pictures of a dashing Luke Danes, dressed up more than she had ever seen him dressed up before. He looked somewhat uncomfortable in a tuxedo, but then again it could have been nerves. She always knew he'd be nervous. How did he propose to her? Did she cry? Rachel wondered all of this as she listened to Luke say his vows. It was almost unreal. For so long, she thought she would be the woman he said them to. But she was just a bystander, a witness to the union… not the bride she thought she would be.

Rachel captured many pictures of a smiling, beautiful Lorelai. She knew she got a shot where her dress sparkled almost as much as her brilliant blue eyes did. She took pictures of Miss Patty and Babette, bawling like babies in their seats, clutching their handkerchiefs. She snapped a picture of Taylor, looking on proudly, almost waiting to be asked to say a few words. He had that look on his face. Rachel got the perfect picture of Rory… she had pride, joy, and love radiating from her smile as she clutched her mother's bouquet. There were even a few hilarious pictures of Kirk, holding back tears in the front row while Lulu sat to his right, squeezing his hand tightly.

She was glad she had plenty of room on her camera when it came time for the ring exchange. Rachel did what she did best, focusing in on the rings, then zooming out to get the larger picture. Luke slipped Lorelai's ring on with care, easing it onto her finger slowly. He then took her hands in his, gently rubbing his finger across the surface of the band, almost trying to absorb the moment.

But the best picture of all was the kiss. The kiss every citizen of Stars Hollow had pictured for ages, happening right before her eyes. It wasn't an obnoxious kiss, one of those where someone gets tilted or leans back. It was a gentle, meaningful, yet passionate, kiss that seemed to tell their story… and rejoice in the fact that they made it that far.

Rachel continued photographing, unnoticed as she captured the first dance. The rumors were true. Luke could waltz. He was a great dancer, careful to lead his new bride without pushing her along the dance floor. And he didn't step on Lorelai's toes, or the dress, either. She captured a teary eyed Rory, toasting to her mother and new stepfather's future, and the happy couple listening to her every word.

There were shots of Jess, lurking in the corner, trying to avoid contact, almost like she was. Richard and Emily appeared in a few pictures, congratulating the couple. Rachel caught Richard giving Luke some sort of approving or congratulating handshake, and the relief in Luke's eyes when Emily gently kissed his cheek. It was almost a moment of acceptance for Luke, it seemed.

She had the perfect camera, and the perfect spot to shoot from. She had so many great pictures. But the focus was on the perfect couple. As Rachel photographed one of Stars Hollow's most momentous occasions, she began to accept the fact that Luke had moved on.

She got in her car, started back down the highway, and contemplated what color scrapbook she should choose to send to them. She wanted Luke to have closure, as did she. There wouldn't be a relationship, but there would always be something there. Rachel felt the need for congratulations and a sign of approval… and she would start the moment she arrived home.