The days between the decision and the wedding came and went quicker than Rory had imagined possible. She and Lorelai had always pondered how time seemed so long as you lived it, especially at a Friday Night Dinner or a boring meeting, but in retrospect, it seemed so fast, especially if it was something good that happened.

Rory stood in front of the three way mirror, in her wedding dress, contemplating that phenomenon. Her big day had finally arrived. The necklace Luke had given her years before was so beautiful, she couldn't help but play with it as she stared at herself in the mirror, trying to let the image staring back at her soak in.

"Hey, sweets, you've been staring at yourself for so long, you're on the edge of turning into Narcissus," Lorelai joked.

Rory stepped off of the pedestal. "Sorry. It's just… so weird, you know? I mean, it's not weird, weird, but it's just so… unbelievable."

"Hey, now, we all knew you'd get married someday," Lorelai quipped.

"Mom! I meant unbelievable as in, just… wow. Like really, really, good and exciting unbelievable," Rory said.

Lorelai sighed. "Yeah, kind of like the unbelievable that says 'I can't believe my baby girl is all grown up and getting married. I'm so proud of her, and excited for her. She deserves every bit of what's happened to her.' That's the kind of unbelievable, right?"

"Mom, you're going to make me cry! And I just got the makeup done!" Rory whined.

Lorelai shrugged as she searched her purse. "Well, it's too late for me, but we'll try to keep your sanity in tact. You did tell the makeup lady that you needed waterproof mascara?"

Rory nodded. "I told her blubbering is a condition that runs in the Gilmore family."

Lorelai dabbed at her eyes. "And what did she say to that?"

"She was really, really confused."

"Well, she's not a Gilmore, so that would be the reason why that conversation went the way that it did," Lorelai pointed out.

"It is a pretty exclusive club," Rory chimed in.

Lorelai put her arms on Rory's shoulders and gently pushed her back a little to get a good look at her. "You look absolutely gorgeous."

Rory took a deep breath. "You think so?"

"You should be singing 'I Feel Pretty" right about now," Lorelai offered.

Rory scrunched up her nose. "Jack Nicholson and Adam Sandler pretty, or 'West Side Story' pretty?"

"Which one do you think? Take it as the highest compliment, my friend. You deserve it."

Rory smiled. "Thanks, Mom."

Lorelai wrapped her daughter into a hug and waved off one of the people in headsets who had been following her around for awhile. Finally, she sighed and stepped back.

"Well, uh, I guess I have to let you go get married now," Lorelai giggled nervously as she wiped away a tear.

Rory nodded. "Yeah, that's kind of the reason for the attire," she said.

Lorelai walked out the door. "I love you, sweets," she said, turning to face Rory before she left.

"I love you, too, Mom."

The woman in the headset walked Rory out into the foyer where Luke was, his hands shoved in his pockets as he paced. Rory couldn't help but smile.

"Someone's nervous," Rory said.

Luke turned around and stopped in his tracks. "What? Oh, yeah, uh… sorry. It's just… I don't want to…"

Rory tilted her head. "You can't possibly mess this up, Luke."

"Thanks. You know, Logan's a lucky guy. You're a sweet, intelligent, and thoughtful person. And I'm very proud of who you've become," Luke said.

Rory sighed. "Are you going to blubber like you did at my graduation?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I'd prefer the not, but you know…" Luke said, taking Rory's arm.

Rory looked up at her stepfather. "Hey, Luke?" she asked.

"Yeah, Rory?"

"Thanks for doing this for me. It means so much to me. I love you."

Luke smiled. "I love you, too, Rory."

The wedding went beautifully. There wasn't a dry eye in the entire hall (even Luke cried), and the reception was turning out to be just as fantastic.

"You know you have to dance with her now, right?" Lorelai asked, nudging Luke.

He nodded. "Yeah. She made me promise a few nights ago."

"Do you have your dancing shoes on?" Lorelai teased.

Luke shrugged. "If you say so," he replied, standing and making his way to Rory."

"So, uh... for lack of better phrasing, would you like to dance?" Luke asked.

Rory smiled. "I'd be honored."

Luke led Rory to the dance floor and impressed the entire room with his dancing ability. Although slightly embarrassed, Luke got through the dance without stepping on ROry's toes or her dress. Rory smiled at Luke. "You know, Mom was right. You can waltz."

Luke looked down, turning red. "Ah, jeez. She told you."

Rory giggled. "Of course she told me. Thank you, Luke... for everything. I know I've thanked you, but this means so much to me, and you mean so much to me..."

Sensing that Rory was on the verge of babbling, Luke interrupted. "Of course. It's no problem at all."

As Logan approached his new wife, Luke motioned to him. "Well, uh, I think you should go dance with Logan now."

"See you later, Luke," Rory said, walking to the dance floor.

Lorelai sauntered up behind her husband wrapping her arms around his waist. Putting her chin on his shoulder, she decided to try to talk him into a dance. "So are you tired from that one dance, or you got another one left?"

"Are you trying to get me to ask you to dance?" Luke asked.

Lorelai gasped in fake shock. "Why, Lucas, I'd he honored," she said, taking his hand.

As they danced, Luke couldn't help but watch Rory. After all he'd been through with the Gilmore women, and after he'd seen her grow up and go through phase after phase... he was proud of the way she turned out.

"Look at you, bursting with pride," Lorelai said, breaking Luke's concentration.

"Sorry," Luke said. "I know looking at other women while dancing with your wife is a bad idea."

Lorelai shook her head. "No, it's fine. Because I know why you're looking at her... and you know you were a huge part of how she turned out?"

"I'd like to think so," Luke replied. "I'm glad she asked me."

Meanwhile, as Rory danced with Logan, Logan couldn't help but notice Luke's gazes toward Rory.

"He's really proud of you, Ace," Logan said, seemingly out of nowhere.

Rory smiled. "I know. I'm glad I asked him to walk me down the aisle. He deserved it."

The End