Chapter Thirty-Four: The Day After

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Lorelai's living room, casting a warm glow over the cozy space

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Lorelai's living room, casting a warm glow over the cozy space. Alessia, Lorelai, and Rory sat around the kitchen table, enjoying a leisurely breakfast. The events of Sookie's wedding still lingered in their minds, filling the room with a sense of joy and contentment.

Alessia sipped her coffee, glancing at Rory, who seemed a little quieter than usual. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something about Rory's demeanor felt off. Rory smiled and engaged in conversation, but her eyes betrayed a hint of distraction.

"Did you guys see Kirk trying to dance last night?" Lorelai laughed, breaking the silence. "I think he invented a new form of interpretive dance. It was like watching a cat on roller skates."

Alessia chuckled, grateful for the light-hearted topic. "Yeah, I thought he was going to knock over the dessert table at one point."

Rory managed a small laugh, though it lacked her usual enthusiasm. "It was definitely a sight to behold."

Lorelai narrowed her eyes playfully at Rory. "You okay, kid? You seem a little off."

Rory shook her head quickly, forcing a brighter smile. "I'm fine, just tired from all the excitement."

"Maybe a little more coffee will help," Alessia suggested, reaching for the pot. "Caffeine cures everything, right?"

Before Rory could respond, a loud crash echoed from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a string of colorful curses. The three women exchanged surprised looks before rushing to investigate.

In the kitchen, they found Luke, who had come over early to fix a leaky pipe, standing amidst a chaotic scene. The sink was spewing water like a fountain, and Luke was drenched from head to toe, holding a wrench and looking utterly exasperated.

"Luke, what happened?" Lorelai asked, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"This stupid pipe," Luke grumbled, wiping water from his face. "It's got a mind of its own."

Rory grabbed a towel and handed it to Luke. "Here, let me help."

Alessia joined in, grabbing a bucket to catch the water. "I've got another towel here. We'll get this under control."

Lorelai, always quick on her feet, grabbed the nearest phone and dialed the plumber. "Yes, hi. We need someone at the Gilmore residence, pronto. It's a waterworks display in here."

Luke turned sharply, eyes blazing with indignation. "Hang up that phone, Lorelai! You're not paying a dime for something I can fix myself."

Lorelai sighed and hung up. "Fine, Mr. Fix-It. Just try not to flood the whole house."

As they worked together to manage the flood, the chaos somehow turned into a comedy of errors. Rory slipped on the wet floor and landed in a pile of bubbles that had mysteriously formed. Alessia, trying to catch the rogue bucket, ended up bumping into Luke, causing him to drop the wrench, which bounced comically before landing in the sink with a splash.

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