She's One in a Million

"I got pancakes and scrambled eggs!" Max called out to Beatrice before she took out the coffee pot from the bar counter and pour the hot brewed coffee on some customer's mugs. She smiled from table to table, had some conversations to others and laugh together with them. 

The sound of the bell was a signal for Max that Beatrice was done, so she has to take up the orders. As she approached the food by the bar counter, she caught sight of the replay of the She's One in a Million on their little television. The one where she missed two nights ago. 

There, she saw Brittany talking about the lunch date that  Ian planned for her. 

"It was pretty. Too simple for my taste though." She said. 

"Max, the orders!" Beatrice called her attention.

"Right! Yes. The orders." Max quickly took the orders and began serving the orders. When she went back to the counter and watched the television. This time, it was Emilia that was talking.

And seeing her, made her miss them. She didn't heard anything that has been going on with her friends there. The show was her way seeing them again and along with it were memories-and guilt.

She felt guilt when she has to leave without saying goodbye. They were true friends-despite of their differences. When things have gotten dark for Max, she lift her spirits up and to just to be herself. She was wrong about them-not all wealthy people are narrow-minded, shallow or judgmental. 

  The scene changed to Emilia walking along the pavement. She was wearing a white midi dress and Max wouldn't even argue that she looked beautiful. She always do.

And then she remembered the night when Emilia came back to the Mansion, crying. She was wearing the same dress that night and this.

"Pancakes and scrambled eggs, dear!" Beatrice called out.

""Y-yeah." Max replied, her eyes glued to the screen. Emilia continued to walk and when she reached the area, the setting and the ambiance just took Max breath away. There were large trees and there hanging . were hundreds of mason jar lanterns, illuminating the area.

"Kid, you've been-" Beatrice went towards Max, trying to get her attention. She looked at Max, looking dumbfounded. Following Max's eyes, she trailed it up and had herself looking at the television where she saw the romantic setting. 

"Isn't beautiful? Like some kind of fantasy?" Max said, under her breath.

"Yeah. He really is a romantic." Beatrice said, watching too, looking star-struck but the thought of her starving customers made her wake up from the fantasy and back to reality. "Hey, Joey! Quit talking there and serve these!"

Completely unaware of her surroundings, Max continued to watch Emilia walking slowly and looking around. But unlike Max's reaction, she rather looked anxious. 

Why does she looks scared? Max wondered. She watched her walking until she saw Ian standing, looking dashing in his white suit. He extended his arms towards her and kissed her cheeks. He asked her what's seems to be bothering her and Emilia told him that everything's fine and smiled at him. Together with linking arms, they walk towards a dining table with red roses as its centerpiece.

God, they look so good together. Max thought with her chest starting to get heavy. She finally sat down as she watched both of them had dinner together and she noticed that Emilia, who always look confident and poise, was surprisingly not herself. She keeps asking Ian to repeat the question and eats just a little of her food. 

"What's going on now?" Joey asked, watching beside Max.

"Emilia's acting odd." Max said.

"Well, we noticed too. You didn't watch last Wednesday?"