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LOGANS POV

1:50 p.m. I was ready to go to that damned wedding. Another loveless society wedding, I was so sick of all the hypocritical acting. I was also sick of thinking of marriages. Because I always had to think of what our wedding could have been like. Rorys and mine. It was annoying – I had to think about her constantly since I arrived yesterday. Well that was nothing new to me, because the thoughts about her had tortured me nonstop the last years, but being home again made everything more … intense and painful. Maybe it was about the fact that I was closer to her again. Even though I had no idea where Rory was – maybe here, but maybe in Australia or Egypt – everything about my home reminded me of her. Oh, man, I had to stop thinking about that. Case closed, I told myself.

I have to play my role tonight, me being satisfied and well fitting into the Hartford society.

I walked back into my bed room to get my mobile. In the same second I thought of what Finn had told me yesterday. About him having contact to Rory. About Colin having contact to Rory. About everyone being a part of Rorys life, everyone but me. No, not again, case closed.

My car service was on time and to my surprise I saw Frank walking up to me. I wondered whether my dad had arranged that on purpose, because he knew that Frank had been my driver back when I lived here. Anyway, I was really happy to see him, I have always liked him.

"Mr. Huntzberger. It's so good to have you back home." Frank greeted me with a big smile.

The drive to the wedding I was forced to attend went on smoothly – we did small talk about the past years - until I recognized the streets we were approaching. I knew them too well. I caught my breath, no, it simply couldn't be true.

"Frank? Whose wedding are you driving me to?" I tried not to sound too urgent or desperate, but obviously I failed. Frank looked at me through his rearview mirror almost apologetic.

"Oh, I thought you already knew that. We are heading to the wedding of Miss Gilmore."

My heart stopped. No. It simply had to be wrong. I mean, it simply had to be a joke. I couldn't go to her wedding. I couldn't stand seeing Rory marrying another man. Because even the imagination of her walking down the aisle to do the final commitment to another man … it made every nerve inside my body scream that it should be me. How could anyone do that to me? How could my dad to that to me? Yes, we never had a close father-son-relationship, but I was sure that he knew how much Rory meant to me. Why would he force me to attend the wedding of my almost-fiance, the only girl I've ever loved? The disbelieve and pain I felt soon changed into rage.

"Frank, is my father going to be there, too?"

"Yes, I think so. The Gilmore wedding is a huge event, he said."

I gritted my teeth and prepared myself to deal with a lot of pain. Too much pain for just one evening. I saw the driveway and the estate of the Gilmores, the only things I could think of were the many Friday evening dinners with Rory, the times we spend together in the poolhouse. But the most dominating thought when I got out of the car was: How the heck am I supposed to survive that?

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