Isabella listened as the Ambassador told about his career, and found herself truly interested.  He was obviously a man who knew what he wanted and took it.  She admired people like that.  Like her father.  She found herself smiling as he spoke with such passion of Spain.  She thought how lovely it would be to live by the sea.<br/><br/>Clarise stepped into the room and announced dinner was ready.  They rose and Belle placed herself between the two men, escorting them to the dining room.  When they entered, the table was set beautifully, with gold and crystal everywhere.  Now Belle would get to say what she had been practicing in the kitchen.<br/><br/>“I hope you like what we are having tonight, Ambassador.<em>Cochinillo Asado</em>, roast potatoes and gravy, and Rioja red wine, 1994.”  She whispered to her father, "<em>roast baby pig,</em>daddy.”  She indicated a chair to the right of her father’s chair at the head of the table, “You may sit there, Mr. Ambassador.”  She walked to her chair on the left side.<br/><br/><br/>