Belle had much to think about on the ride home.  She had called Clarise earlier to prepare tonight's meal.  Clarise was their part-time maid/chef.  Isabella took care of the cooking and cleaning when it was just her and her father, then Clarise came in once a week to do the heavy cleaning, usually preparing a casserole or something they could eat several times over the next week.  Whenever they were entertaining an important guest, they paid Clarise extra to come in and prepare a feast, also cleaning up afterward.  Clarise had been in their employ for many years, since Isabella's mother had died, and the three of them were all very fond of each other.  Cooking was her specialty, so she enjoyed stretching her culinary skills at these occasional dinners.<br/><br/>Belle's father seemed deep in thought, so she didn't talk much.  Her mind wandered back to the Ambassador, and she remembered the gift he had given her.  She would wait until she was home to open it, but it was tempting to tear into it right now, since he had asked her to wear it tonight.  Would he show any interest in her?  So far she had not been able to tell his true feelings, knowing even if he despised her his position as Ambassador would require him to act pleased to see her.  She thought about his offer to give her a ride home.  That was very generous, and not necessary for any political facade.  Perhaps there was a little bit of interest on his part?  That made her smile.  Yes, it would be an interesting evening.<br/><br/>She turned to her father.  "Daddy, where is it you have to stop off?"<br/><br/><br/>