She's One in a Million

Twenty-nine

"What can you say about the sudden twist?" the woman asked Max. She could n't see her again because of the blinding lights.

"It was a hell of a twist." Max answered.

"Did you get excited?"

"Of course, I did. Who wouldn't be?"

Days ago, Mr. Richfield surprised the ladies one morning. They were all having their breakfast with Ms. Abbot when he went in with the most surprising news ever.

"This week, you are not going the one who going to choose. It'll be Ian who's going to choose the date." Mr. Richfield said. All the girls went ecstatic, although Max and Emilia remained to be compose. They began to talk to themselves what could it be or where would be.

"Calm down, ladies. This is a huge twist in the history of She's One in a Million. We will notify you for the following schedules and the setting of the date. As of now, enjoy your breakfast." Mr. Richfield smiled at them before he left the dining area. The moment he left, the ladies revived their excitement.

"I hope it's going to be in a helicopter date." Brittany said. "Or by the Caribbean. A beach date would be nice." 

"A concert would be cool." Casey said, looking up, dreamy.

"My ideal date? Well, I was never the type to go formal. It's not me. I love going to casual dates-movies, driving, a concert would be cool."

"You never expected that it'll be that kind of date?" the woman asked.

"No. I never did." Max said, not looking at the camera, spacing out as the memory of the date played like a film inside her head.

"Where are you taking me?" Max asked as she was lead by Ian with her eyes, blind folded. The thrill made her heart beat rapidly and at the same time, it felt good.

"You'll see." Ian whispered to her ear sending tingles down her spine as he gently lead her and when Ian stopped her from walking, she gripped his arm harder with both of her petite hands.

"This isn't the Red Room, right?" Max asked, remembering a movie about a sadist and a masochist and their bizzare sexual activities.

Ian laughed. "No, Max. It's not. It's nothing like that. Ready?"

She gave a long sighed before she answered. "Yes. I am." She could feel Ian's finger's brushing her face when he untied the blindfold that covered her eyes, regaining her sight.

And blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

She turned around to look at Ian. He was already smiling at her. "You like it?"

"Is this the reason why you let me dressed up in my Sunday's best?"

"Yup."

She turned around again and gave another sighed. What are we doing at a church? She let her eyes roamed at the facade of the white church with a rosette window at the center in a stained glass. There were spires at the sides of the church's front and two more at the back. The bells rang that time, swaying as it gives off calming rings, breaking the silence everywhere.

"What are we exactly doing here, Ian?"

"You'll see. Let's get in." He gave him her hand, stilling wearing that smile. Max looked at him, then at the church and then to his hand before she slipped hers on to his.

It has been long that Max has ever visited a church. In fact, it has been too long that she ever went inside. There was a sting on her chest as she remembered back in her younger and innocent self used to come to these places. She remembered that her family used to go to church during Sundays together and after, they would eat ice cream at that ice cream shop just across it.