Isabella sat in the library, enjoying a cup of coffee, leafing through a new magazine.  She was anxious to get out and shop, but the stores would not be open for another two hours.  Until then, she was stuck in the house with little to do.  When she had finished her coffee, she took her cup to the kitchen and looked out the window at the garden.  She immediately relived her evening with Diego, seeing the Vamp Rose, and his sweet kisses.  She saw her reflection in the window, smiling back at her, and she blushed a little.  She was acting silly.  She was a grown woman, for heaven’s sake.  A woman who wanted the world to take her seriously.  If anyone saw her now, they would not believe she was more than a teenager with a first crush.<br/><br/>Deciding to do a walk-through of the house, a weekly habit to make sure everything was in its place, she meandered slowly down the hall, ending in a large, glass-domed room where an inside swimming pool was located.  She went to the edge of the water and sat down, dangling her bare feet in the cool water.  Even though it was heated, the room had a chill to it that kept her from swimming.  As she moved her feet back and forth, her hands on either side of her flat against the concrete, she stared at the moving water.  It always mesmerized her.  She wondered why people had such a strong attraction to water.  She thought she could watch it for hours and never notice the time.<br/><br/>“What was that?”  She turned her head to see what she had heard.  There was nothing moving except her.  “Who’s there?” she called.  Still nothing.  Then she heard it again.  It was muffled, and not identifiable.  She could now tell it came from somewhere outside the room, but where, she couldn’t say.  Strange.  It wasn’t scary, just unexplainable.  When she no longer heard it, she got up and walked back to her bedroom.  A nice, long soak in the tub would feel wonderful, then she would get ready to shop.<br/><br/>It wasn’t too long before Isabella was in her favorite store, J.D. Poole’s, where she sat in a deep, plush chair as models walked by her in the clothing the dresser had picked out to show her.  She ended up buying three dresses and one gown.  Happy with her purchases, she called her father to see if he was ready for lunch.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, Isabella, you’re father hasn’t come in yet,” Lucy said.  “He called and said he might be out all afternoon.  Is there something I can do for you?”<br/><br/>Isabella sighed.  No lunch with her father meant no trip to the office.  She had been hoping it would make the day go faster if she stayed busy.  “No thanks, Lucy.  Would you call the car to pick me up, please?”<br/><br/>“No problem.”  The phone disconnected.<br/><br/>When Belle returned home, she put her purchases away, then returned to the kitchen.  Sometimes when she was bored, she liked to bake.  Perhaps she would prepare a white pizza for their supper tonight.  She got one of their cookbooks down and began perusing recipes.<br/>