Isabella’s hobby was baking.  She had acquired the love of it from Clarise, who was as good a teacher as she was a chef.  Pulling the warm apple pie from the oven, Bella breathed in the aroma appreciatively.  She was glad to know she had not lost her touch, it had been so long since she had made anything.  Her life as of late had been consumed with learning about her father’s business.  Now she had something else in her life to think about.<br/><br/>She set the pie on a cooling rack, smiling at the thought that her father would come in and smell the aroma of his favorite dessert wafting through the house.  That way, if she wasn’t there when he arrived, he would still feel her presence.  What a lucky girl she was to be so close to her father.  Especially since he was her only parent.<br/><br/>She cleaned up the kitchen, took off the apron, then washed her hands at the kitchen sink.  Thankfully, she hadn’t broken a fingernail while she had busily prepared the pie dough and the ingredients.  Taking one last look around the room, she headed upstairs to get ready for her date.<br/><br/>She stepped into the shower, letting the warm water splash over her as she filled her loofah with body lotion and soaped up her chest and neck, her face tipped up toward the ceiling.  She wondered what the evening would be like.  They would go out to eat, of course, but Diego (she loved the way that name rolled off the tongue) had not indicated how to dress.  She hoped she had made the right choice.<br/><br/>Back in her bedroom, her terry robe tied around her, she sat at her vanity and dried her hair, letting it curl naturally.  As she brushed it, she wondered if Diego liked hair like hers.  Long and black.  Maybe he preferred blondes.  A lot of men did.  Well, he had picked her, hadn’t he?<br/><br/>She went to her wardrobe and pulled out her dress, laying it out on the bed.  She hoped it was appropriate for the evening.  He had mentioned a walk under the moonlight, so she didn’t think he expected an evening gown.  She slipped into her white lacy underwear, garter belt, silk slip, and then her dress.  She looked in the mirror and thought she looked nice.  Then she slid her hose up her smooth legs and attached them to her garter belt, then some simple black shoes with 1” heels, practical for long walks.  The final decoration was the swan brooch.  A spray of perfume, one final check in the mirror, and she was ready.<br/><br/>(http://[url=http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Blue_dress_and_swan_pin.jpg]http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Blue_dress_and_swan_pin.jpg[/url])<br/><br/>The doorbell rang and Belle’s heart jumped.  She told herself to act natural, then slowly descended the stairs, crossed the foyer, and opened the door.  Diego took her breath away.  He could have been on the cover of GQ, he was so gorgeous.  Belle just stared for a moment, then caught herself and invited him in.  “You look absolutely…wow, Diego.”<br/>After a short conversation, she took a white cashmere shawl from the coat closet.  “Ready?”<br/><br/>