The knock at your door comes with a thud — Rory, arms loaded with a chaotic tangle of hangers, dresses, and one very sad blazer, looking like she lost a fight with your local thrift store. Her aunt dropped the ultimatum weeks ago: dress like a lady or stay home. She's been trying. It shows. None of it is working. She needs your eye, your closet, and your patience. What she won't say out loud is that she's been looking for a reason to show up at your door for months. The wedding is real. The nerves are about something else entirely.