Isabella relaxed in the limo, enjoying Diego’s company and attention.  He was a true gentleman, always thinking of her first.  She loved the feel of his hands on her body, and the taste of his lips was as sweet as honeysuckle.<br/><br/>When the limousine stopped, she looked out the window and saw the name above the entrance,<em>“Le Treis Schik.”</em>She turned to Diego with eyes dancing.<br/><br/>“Diego!  I have always wanted to go here!  Daddy would have taken me, of course, but it seemed more of a place for couples to me.  Thank you so much.  I didn’t think I would ever get to see inside this place.”<br/><br/>She took Diego’s hand as he helped her out of the car, escorting her inside.  She was very glad she had decided to dress up tonight.  The place was gorgeous, shiny silver, gold and crystal everywhere, beautiful dishes and dim lights, waiters in tails, everything a little girl dreams of seeing one day!  She wanted to hug herself, but put her arm through Diego’s instead.<br/><br/>She was like a kid in a candy store.  As they were escorted to their table, she looked in every direction at the décor, awed by it all.  Again she turned to Diego, smiling and giving his arm a sqeeze.  “It’s lovely, isn’t it?”<br/><br/>Diego held her chair out and she slid into it, scooting forward as he pushed her chair back to the table.  Then he sat down opposite her and took her hand.<br/><br/>"I hope that you don't mind but i already made the order for our food.""<br/><br/>“Of course not,” she replied, taking a sip from her water glass, “I trust your taste implicitly.  After all,” she smiled, setting the glass down, “you ate quite well at my house, so I know our tastes are similar.”<br/><br/>The Maitre’d brought wine, pouring for Diego and awaiting his approval.  Once he received it, he poured for Isabella, then bowed stiffly and left the table.<br/><br/>