Isabella was relieved that Diego, although upset about her broken wrist, was not angry with her.  She had feared he would think she was too much trouble, a handful, a child in an adult's body.  She wouldn't have blamed him either.  This business of becoming a mature adult was not easy for her.  It seemed every time she started to feel like a grown up, something like this would happen.  She sighed.<br/><br/>"Diego, you are so sweet and so amazing.  I am beginning to think you must love me; otherwise you would walk away from all my drama.  What would I do without you?"  He talked about canceling the date.  "Fortunately, it's my left wrist, so I think I am capable of holding a coffee cup."  She laughed.  "If you want to cancel, that's okay, but I would rather be with you and have a sore wrist than sitting at home missing you and focusing on my pain."  She didn't tell him how disappointed she would be if he cancelled.<br/><br/>"We should reach shore in about ten minutes.  I need to find daddy and make sure he is not obsessing over my wrist.  See, I come by it honestly!"  When they finished talking, Isabella hung up and slowly went out the door, holding her wrist close to her stomach, and searched for her father.