Isabella’s lips pressed into Diego’s as her tongue playfully flirted with his mouth.  Her life was perfect now.  What else could there be?  She had a wonderful, doting father, a future in robotics and a wonderful, romantic man in her life who was a good kisser too!<br/><br/>As their lips parted, he called her “princess.”  It wasn’t the first time and she was quickly becoming used to it.  It suited her, because she felt like Cinderella.<br/><br/>“The lake is absolutely beautiful,” she answered his question, pulling her hair from her face as the wind whipped it around, “but I guess we should go somewhere a little less windy, or we may get blown out to sea.”  She held his hand and let him lead her down the path that she hoped led to her future.<br/><br/><br/>