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Chapter 3

Only once she reached home did Max slow down. Only after she had shut the door firmly behind her did she dare to breathe normally. Only after she had a freezing shower did she think about Cindy's comment.

Searching through her closet, like so many other times, she was thinking about dinner at Logan's. Unlike all the other times however, she had the uncomfortable words hanging over her head. So many questions were passing through her mind.

Had Original Cindy been joking? Or was she serious? Had Logan told her? Or was it a guess? An observation? If it was true, how was she supposed to act? Did she feel the same way?

She pulled out a baby blue T-shirt and a soft, mauve three-quarter length. As she debated with herself on which one to wear, the questions began again.

If she did care, what was she going to say? How was she supposed to act around him? Was this going to ruin dinner? Was that the surprise?

She looked at the two shirts again. She loved the baby blue, but she had worn it before to dinner. Also, the mauve was so pretty. Would Logan even notice? She doubted it. But, if he was setting up some type of surprise, and was also putting so much effort into dinner, shouldn't she put a little bit of thought as well? She shrugged. The blue was her favourite, so she'd wear it, Logan or no Logan. She pulled it on with no further ado.

She walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed with colour. She put her hands on her cheeks to cool them down and then looked at the rest of her face. After she had briefly touched her hair to straighten it out somewhat, she noticed her eyes. The usually mocking chocolate brown had deepened to an almost purple. They were no longer mirthful, but filled with something else. A deep, fierce passion, which scared her. Where was it coming from? She looked away from her reflection, only to look back at it in a moment's time. She searched them for what was new. In a moment, she saw what it was. Love.

She grasped the sides of the sink and looked down at her boots. She was trembling and shaking, but she knew it wasn't from a seizure. She took a deep breath and looked one more time, but with fright. The love in her eyes petrified her.




The table was set. The candles were lit. In Max's spot were two things. Flowers. And not just any flowers. Deep, blood red roses. Twelve of them, absolutely perfect. Beside them lay a long, black velvet box. Inside lay the locket.

Logan knew the roses were rather lavish, but he knew he wouldn't be able to afford them for very long.

He wheeled himself to the kitchen, checking on the lamb and putting the brusechetta into the oven. Satisfied with how everything was going, he went into the living room to wait until Max arrived.

It was raining softy outside. Suddenly, he felt slightly chilled. For a moment, it felt like cold fingers were resting on his spine and he shuddered superstitiously. His grandmother had once told him that if you felt fingertips on your spine, then shuddered; someone had just walked over your future grave. He shook his head. No, it was just an old wives tale.

And not thinking about the strange chill again, he stared out the window, waiting for Max to come.




Muwahahahahaha!!! Is everything taking a turn for the worse? What will they do? Chapter 4 will be coming soon...