Isabella entered the foyer to see her father shaking hands with the Ambassador.  Her smile of welcome was genuine.  She stood a respectable distance away in case they were speaking some business.  She spoke.<br/><br/>"Mr. Ambassador.  Welcome to our home."  When he turned and looked at her, she was taken with him.  He was so handsome dressed in black.  And his eyes were piercing.  She just stood there and stared for a moment.  She remembered her hostessing duties and shook herself out of it, coming forward, her hand out.  "I am so pleased that you have come.  Please, let's move to the living room until the food is ready."  She put her arm through his and led him.  "Doesn't dinner smell wonderful?  Oh, and the roses--they are lovely!"  She put her hand to her brooch.  "I hope you think I am doing your gift justice, Mr. Ambassador.  It was very extravagant of you to give me this."  They were now at the living room and the two men seated themselves, Belle playing the part of bartender and bringing them drinks.