Isabella smiled up at Giovanni, even if it was cold, she knew he'd be able to keep her warm, and if not... They would always figure something out. It never seemed to come to that, when it came to Giovanni, Isabella was used to it being perfect, no matter the situation, she never felt uncomfortable.<br/><br/>"I'll be here and waiting," She said, looking down at her half-full cup of tea. "You don't have to rush your evening, Giovanni, I can wait, you know." She smiled at him, her eyes gleaming with playfulness. She knew he wouldn't ever want to keep her waiting, but if it spared him an ulcer or hernia, it was well worth it. Bella cleared her throat a bit, glancing in the direction of the stage. "Should I change for tonight? Or do you think I could make it in this dress?" She asked, her eyes moving back to his.