<em>~Mila, escorted by Vince into the Dining Room~</em><br/><br/>Mila smiled demurely at Vince and laid her hand onto his arm, allowing him to lead her into the dining room.  She had, of course, seen it in the tour earlier with Miss Taylor, but that had been a rather brief glimpse.  But the same thing that had caught her eye before captured her attention now.  A beautiful, rustic fireplace dominated one wall of the room.  She thought about how lovely it would be, serving meals in the wintertime to Marcus, Vince, and Bo, the fireplace roaring behind them as they dined.  Her mouth curved into a tiny little frown at the thought.  She'd been honest with Miss Taylor from the beginning; she was willing to try to cook, but she wasn't the best at savory foods.  She could bake all day long, but she hoped Mari and Nicci were better cooks than she was.<br/><br/>As Vince led her to her seat, charmingly marked by a place card, Mila did something that was very much not in her nature.  She was emboldened by Vince's gregarious charm.  Before she sat, she leaned up and kissed his cheek, murmuring, "Thank you, Vince.  I enjoyed dancing and talking with you."  She took her seat, noticing that Marcus' name was next to hers.  And Bo would be seated across from her.  She'd be close to Mari, and she felt comforted by that.  The thought of the men, with their smoldering looks and insightful stares, made her a tad trepidatious.