By the time they had finished the main course, Isabella felt like she had eaten her way to heaven and back.  Never had she tasted such an exquisite meal.  Looking at Diego across the table, she wondered how anything could ever again match this night.  It was like the entire evening had been choreographed by celestial beings just for them.<br/><br/>Diego must have been thinking along the same lines, the way he was smiling at her.  “…I would love to make a dish with you, as long as we are making one together.”<br/><br/>Isabella made a tiny “awww,’ sound.  “You are so sweet, Diego.  But don’t get too mushy over it.  I’m a terror in the kitchen.”  She smiled innocently, rolling her eyes.<br/><br/>Diego took her hand and she studied his beautiful eyes as he looked into hers.  He spoke, but when he was through, all she could remember was “…I love you with all my heart.”  Then he kissed her hand.  Both her arms broke out in goose bumps, and she was smiling so wide it felt like it would crack her face.<br/><br/>Before she could say anything, the waiter reappeared with dessert.  Isabella groaned on the inside, already feeling full, but one look at the Raspberry Soufflé and her stomach said, “Move over chicken, here comes ecstasy.”<br/><br/>She gasped at the plate of jello hearts, so colorful and sweet.  When he said  his sweetheart could use something sweet, her heart just melted.  “Oh, Diego,” she shook her head, still smiling, “you have blown me away.  This…this beautiful setting…,” she swept her hand over the jello hearts, “it’s just the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me.”  She rose from her chair and came over to him, hugging his neck from behind and kissing his cheek.  A single tear spilled from her eye and rolled down her face, dropping onto his shoulder.  “Thank you, darling.  Thank you so much.”<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>