Isabella was not surprised when her father knocked on her door.  She slowly stuck her head out from under the covers.  “Okay, I’m coming.”  She rubbed her eyes, yawned, then got to her feet.  She did not have time to get dressed while he waited, so she fastened a pale green robe about her that reached to her ankles.  She ran a brush through her hair, then slipped her slippers on her feet and padded to the door.  She greeted her father with a kiss to the cheek, then followed him down to the kitchen.<br/><br/>After a cup of coffee, she felt much better.  She thought she could hold a conversation now.  “Well, Daddy, I need to go shopping for my date tonight.  The stores won’t be open for several hours, so I’ll just stay here, and maybe you could send a car for me around ten?  If you like, I can ride to your office afterward and we can have lunch.  Does that sound good?”<br/><br/>Before he could answer, the doorbell rang.  Her father asked the butler to answer it and they both stood in the background, just out of sight, wondering who it could be.  If it was a visitor, Belle was ready to sprint up the staircase to her bedroom.  She watched the butler open the door and speak to someone, but he was blocking her view.  When he turned around, he was holding a vase of white roses.  She gasped.  Were they for her?<br/><br/><br/>