Author's Note: This is it, my dear readers, it's time for the wedding. Don't hate me if it sucks, i can't write about these kind of things. For anyone that thought Finn doing the nasty with the bride last chapter was a little too gross, I'm sorry. I just thought it was something an already bored society wife would want to do, and something Finn would gladly agree to doing. Sorry if you were offended. So anyway, here it is, ZEE WEDDING! Oooh, and thank you muchly Bellanicky, who gave me the idea about montreal. Thankses you! And now, without further ado...

OUI, LES AMIS, C'EST LE TEMPS POUR LE CHAPITRE ONZE !

Rory stared at herself in the mirror, chuckling silently at how clichéd this whole scene was. She stood, decked out in her dress, fingering the light tulle with a perfectly manicured hand, while total chaos reigned behind her. But she was there, oblivious to all of it. It was her wedding day. She was getting married.

What really surprised her is that she was getting married to Logan. When she was younger, she had never even considered that the thing with Logan would last. Even after she fell for him, even after she knew she needed to be with him forever, she denied it. And yet here she was, getting her happily ever after.

An infant crying made her turn around, listening to the soft ruffle of the dress as she did. Steph rushed over and picked up Nicole, who was squirming in her poofy purple dress, and rocked her gently. "Wow, Rory." She said as she shushed the fussing infant. "You look gorgeous."

Rory smiled and waved her hand dismissively, just as Lorelai entered the room in her bridesmaids dress. "You like?" She asked, giving a little twirl. It was a vibrant yet classy yellow, with swirls of color and strings of meshy tulle hanging loosely from the waist, and light gold accents around the arms and bodice. She, like the other bridesmaids, was supposed to look like a bread-and-butterfly. The groomsmen were wearing tan with yellow accents, made to look like a rocking-horsefly.

"Very nice." Rory said with another smile. She just couldn't stop smiling today, and no one could blame her. She was getting married. Chris stuck his head in the room.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything. Gigi wanted to say hi, and the priest says you have to get to the front of the church. Five minutes to go. Wow, my baby girl is all grown up. Gigi, I'm not letting you near boys until you are 80 at least." He said, directing the last comment at Gigi.

The little girl scrunched up her nose. "Boys are yucky!" She screeched happily. She ran into the room and gave Rory a hug. Gigi was wearing a blue dress and white apron, modeled after Alice's outfit throughout the book.

"Hey there, Gigi!" Rory bent down to give her half sister a hug. "Come on then, 'Alice', let's get your flower basket and go to the front of the church, ok?"

Gigi giggled and nodded. "I left them there." She pointed to a table that held a decorative vase and a small basket full of poppies. Rory walked over and picked it up. "Agh!" She exclaimed. "Someone left a screw in the basket." Glad that she saved the wedding from potential disaster, she plucked it out and flung it over her shoulder.

It landed smack dab in the middle of the clock on the wall, leaving a chip in the glass, before falling to the ground. "Uhh, guys?" She asked, watching it roll uselessly on the floor. "Can we um, not tell Logan about this clock?"

They quickly finished whatever it was they needed to finish and walked to the front of the church. The music soon started. Gigi went first, flanked by Lane's twin boys, Kyle and Robbie, who were dressed as the march hare in tan suits and, as Emily described them, classy bunny ears. Steph and Colin went next, closely followed by Lane and Zach. Lorelai and Finn were the last of the bridal party to proceed. Then Rory walked out, arm linked with Christopher. All heads swiveled, and all mouths dropped. Stunning was an understatement.

Her dress was still the one they had found in the mall. It went off of the shoulders and had a slight ruffle to the tiny sleeves. It hugged her body until it went off into a tiny train. But it had been slightly altered. The skirt was covered in light tulle, the lightest colour ever, but it still left an unmistakable glimmer of rainbow. Finally, tiny, very lightly coloured beads were sewn together to look like flowers and bugs – many of the strange ones that Alice had found in Wonderland. They started condensed at the top and slowly dispersed until only a few brushed against the hem of the dress. Logan was awestruck.

The wedding went without any mess-ups. Soon, before either could realize what was happening, they were married. As they climbed into the antique car that looked like a train, Logan pulled her in for a kiss. "No regrets?" He asked softly.

"None." Rory said with a huge smile. He returned it. "Well, I wouldn't have broken the clock, but…"

Logan sighed. "You broke another clock?"

Rory smiled and nodded as he rolled his eyes and gave a grudging smile. "But you still love me."

He pulled her in for another kiss. Within five minutes, they had arrived at the banquet hall. The lavish reception was just as Rory had envisioned it. Well, aside from Finn's antics. It's impossible to plan those.

As the guests moved to sit down at their respective tables, Finn was standing near Kyle, Robbie and Gigi. "So then I told the policeman, 'go to hell' and the policeman told me I was a very bad, bad boy and I asked the policeman if he liked very bad, bad boys, and…" He trailed off as Rory moved behind them, hand on hips.

"Ah, Gigi?" He asked. The little girl nodded. "Is your sister standing behind me?" She nodded again. "Does she look angry?" Gigi nodded and giggled. Finn turned around slowly to face the wrath of Rory… Huntzberger. She grabbed his arm and dragged him from the giggling children.

"Do you really think it's appropriate to tell three children, all under the age of ten, about your… adventures?" She paused on the last word, not sure how to phrase it.

Finn shook his head. "Don't worry, I will no longer tell them about my, as you put it, adventures. I am going to be a very good boy and talk to people my own age about reasonable topics." With that he fled, leaving Rory behind shaking her head.

Logan came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. She leaned back, enjoying his ability to make her feel safe. "So, Mrs. Huntzberger," He said, the name new but welcome on his tongue, "You told me not to discuss the honeymoon until tonight. Where do you want to go?"

Rory thought for a minute. "Montreal." She replied. "We've been to Asia, Europe, Africa, Australia, and just about everywhere else together. But we've never gone to Canada. I can't think of anywhere better then Montreal."

Logan smiled. He had to hand it to her, she was always creative. "Good, I'm going to make a few calls, book us a hotel and the jet. Um, why is Finn talking to your grandparents? Is that safe?"

Rory shook her head. "No, it isn't. I'm going to stop him." She said with a laugh, walking towards where they stood.

"Good luck, Mrs. Huntzberger!" He called after her. She smiled. She would never get tired of that.