"Kid, you know I couldn't be more proud of you." Lorelai offered after helping her daughter put on her wedding dress. Lorelai stood behind her daughter as they looked into the mirror. Rory smiled with a laugh, admiring her mother's work in the mirror. Her dress was more beautiful then something you would see being displayed at a wedding shop. And she was proud to know that her mother had offered a great sacrifice to make sure that it was the best one that she would ever see.
Rory's dark brown hair was curled up in a wonderful formation of soft curls and sweet smelling hold of flowers and lavender. "I can't believe. I'm really doing this." She turned towards her mother and smiled in thanks, before wrapping her hands around her mother in appreciation. "Thank you."
