3 Years After

Chapter 18

This woman is trying to kill me, I thought to myself and Chanel insisted on trying me in a size 2 because it was 'accent my bosom' I won't survive the night to accent anything if she doesn't put me in something bigger,

"Chanel, this isn't going to happen. Give me something in a bigger size!" I insisted and threw the dress, tool and all to her,

"Ugh, fine. You Americans have no sense of style, but by the end of tonight I will have you looking like a goddess." her French accent tasked me as I stood there in my underwear with the ball tomorrow. I had already dropped off Lena with my mother, who sobbed ad apologized and almost threw up on me in the hour I was there, hormones I suppose make an already crazy lady even worse, I mean she was eating carrots when I got there.

"RORY, LOIN FRUIT I'M SO SORRY. I just don't want him to hurt you or Lena, I need to trust him and know that he's good and look! He sent coffee, real coffee, not the fake coffee Luke is giving me, he's a good boy. Keep him, and tell him to send more coffee." I smiled, remembering my mother's rambling, I think the reason she likes Logan is because her sent her 'real' coffee, even though Luke is going to be mad he won't go looking for him, he'll hide the coffee. Lately it's been top shelves that mom can't quite reach,

"Try on this gown, and it's the size you insist you are." She unzipped it and ordered me to step into it and pulled on a dark blue gown that fit me perfectly, strapless and a sapphire blue with a sash that tied around my waist and draped down the back and it made my eyes pop even more if that's possible,

"You like this mon Cherie?" she asked me as she adjusted the sash,

"Oui, very much." I smiled, and she adjusted my hair into a hair up and half down with my hair curled,

"Mr. Logan has sent a necklace for you that you are not to see until tomorrow night. So, we give you these little stub earrings."

"Studs, thank you. Logan sent me something?"

"Oui, he picked it out a week ago,

"That was a week before he asked me to go."

"Who could say no to Mr. Logan? You love him, I can see." She smiled as I stepped out of the dress, "I keep to myself, and don't concern you Ms. Lorelai."

"Thank you Chanel." I smiled as she hung up the dress and I pulled my robe back on. My cell phone went off, it was Logan,

"Have you been swallowed by tool?" he asked as I anwered,

"It was close a few times but nope I live to tell the story. Chanel likes sizes too small for me."

"Do you want me to talk to her?"

"No, no. We found a dress I can breathe in." I sighed, taking deep breaths to show him,

"Well thank god, don't want you pulling and Elizabeth Swan."

"I thank you for that reference." I smiled, remembering making him watch that movie 3 times when it first came out, when we were together the first time. And here we are again round 3.

I spent the next morning with burning myself with a curling iron, painting my nails, and drinking a ton of coffee to keep it together. I did my makeup myself, and as much as I love Lena, enjoyed taking time to myself to get ready not having to care for her first and during. I pinned my hair half up the way I knew Logan would like and have done in the past. Zipping myself into my dress was a different matter, until I got the zipper with a coat hanger and pulled it up, scratching myself in the process.

"Logan won't notice." I grumbled to myself. Hang on, notice?! Why would he notice a scratch on my lower back...nope! No, not going there...do I want to? Kind of, NO! While I was in this internal battle, Lane touched up a little bit of my make up to make it even, she came after the dress disaster to open the door so I could make an entrance; honestly I think she was hiding from her boys, while she was pregnant with her baby girl Anna.