𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨.
gilmore girls universe.
𐙚 | L O V E , B L U E ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
──── there was nobody that loved that
blue-eyed girl more than the blue-eyed boy . . .
❝ 𝘉𝘓𝘜𝘌 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘠 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘠 𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘌𝘚 ❞
Luciana Danes...
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𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑 ―୨୧⋆ ˚ LUCY'S POV
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𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒. If she needs a hug, I've got arms open and wide for her. If she needs food, I'll run around town for whatever she craves. If she needs a getaway car, I'll sneak her out of here and drive us into the sunset. I'm Lindsay's right hand woman for the rest of today, and if she needs a single damn thing, I've got her.
Not only have I got Lindsay's back, Addy does too. She's running late, but she'll be here in time before the ceremony starts. When I called her, she was cursing out every cab driver in New York so I imagine she'll be here shortly after tackling some helpless old woman for a cab.
Right now, Lindsay doesn't need anything from me but my time and my expertise in makeup── something I have little of, but I try my best.
When she revealed herself to me in her wedding dress, tears started to spring in my eyes because Lindsay Lister might be the most beautiful bride I've ever seen, and I'll say that for the rest of my life. She truly is a visionary.
She sits in front of me, keeping her eyes on me as I move the makeup brush across her cheekbone softly, making sure not to put too much blush on her face. I pull the brush back, examining my work.
I spin Lindsay's chair. "What do you think?"
Lindsay's smile is wide, and I rest my chin on her shoulder as we look at the mirror. She reaches for my hand, squeezing it tightly, and this single hand squeeze tells me so much. "Thank you," she whispers to me. "It's perfect."
"You look beautiful," I whisper back, feeling oddly emotional looking at my best friend. Despite not even knowing one another for long, Lindsay has become one of my best friends, and I can't imagine not having her in my life. It's a honour to be at her wedding, and it's an even bigger honour to be her maid of honour. "Are you happy?" I ask, and she nods.
"Are you?" The question surprises me── so much so that I don't manage to stutter out a response in reasonable time. Lindsay spins her chair around, now facing me. "I know it's my wedding day, and today is supposed to be all about me, but there's something wrong, Luce. You've been..." Lindsay shrugs. "...off."
