Last night, after being seen ordering a male model, I felt guilty for no reason, so I agreed to go back with Lorenzo to see his grandmother.

But this road was clearly not heading to the old house.

"Didn’t you say we were going to see your grandmother?"

Lorenzo looked at me.

"Lorelai messaged, asking us to stop by home first."

There must be a reason behind Lorelai's plan. Once we got home and walked in, a big, colorful ...