What's Next?

The Big Day

"Jess, where's my purse?" Rory began running around the house looking for it.

"I dunno." Jess was clearly preoccupied with something else.

"Help me find it...." She whined.

"Hold on." Jess was typing.

"Fine, I'll have to search myself. I'm solving my own mystery. Carolyn Keene would be so proud of me."

"Yeah." Was all Jess replied.

"Ugh." Rory searched all over the house, no purse.

"Jeeeesss!" She urged.

"Why don't you round up the usual suspects."

"Okay, Captain Renault. That was a good ending for Rick, but for me not so much..."

"Okay, fine. I'll he down in 30 seconds."

"Yay!"

Jess pressed save on his computer and hurried down the stairs. "Okay, where did you leave it last?"

"If I knew that, I'd find it!" Rory looked agitated.

"I'll check the bedroom." Jess walked over to the bedroom and heard a rattling sound from the baby monitor. He checked the nursery and sure enough in the crib, lay Haeven, chewing on her car keys. The purse sat beside her. "How did you get a hold of that?" Jess picked up the infant. "Did you steal mommy's purse?" Haeven began giggling.

"How?" Rory walked in.

"She's not even one yet and wants to steal your money."

*****

The next day...

"Can you believe my little girl is getting married today?" Lorelai was fixing her hair.

Luke picked up a strand that had fallen. "Yes. She's a grown woman, ready to conquer the world."

"While you are at it, do you mind holding this while I curl this side?" Lorelai motioned to a layer of straight hair.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

"Just be lucky I'm not Greta Garbo, now she was a tricky girl to please."

"What's with you and Garbo?" Luke asked, still holding on to her hair.

"If you saw Camille, even once, you'd understand."

"Whatever." Luke sighed and continued helping Lorelai.

*****

"Jess, my hair!"

"What now?" Jess was busy running around getting ready.

"You have to help me, my hair is a mess! My entire wedding is going to be ruined!" Rory was having a mini-crisis. Or what she thought was a gigantic-crisis.

"Hon, you're overreacting. I'm sure your hair looks amazing." Jess did his best to ease her nerves.

"No, not with my hair like this, come here." Rory ran out of the bathroom and nearly fell over the rug. Luckily, Jess was right there to catch her.

"Calm down." Jess looked into her eyes. "Everything is going to be okay."

"Are you sure? Because- what if- it has to be perfect. Everything has to be perfect! If I don't look perfect, you won't want to marry me. Nobody wants to marry an imperfect girl."