“Goodnight, Daddy,” Isabella said before she went to her own bedroom.  She took off the brooch Diego gave her and carefully laid it in her jewelry box on her vanity.  It had new significance to her now, and she treasured it above all her other jewelry.<br/><br/>She removed her clothes, slipping into a black, silk chemise and tap pants.  Then she sat at her vanity, tied her hair back, and opened a jar of cold cream, using a small sponge to begin removing her makeup.  When she was done, she went to the bathroom and splashed her face with cool water until it was well-rinsed and had a healthy glow to it.  She dabbed her skin with a towel, then returned to her vanity, where she began her nightly ritual of cleansers and lotions that helped her skin repel the toxins in today's air, food and water.  When she finished brushing her hair, she brushed her teeth, then crawled underneath her satin sheets and rose duvet, sinking into the feather pillows with a sigh of contentment.  It was less than two minutes before she was sound asleep, a smile on her face, her hand on the pillow next to hers, rubbing his cheek and whispering sweet nothings.<br/><br/>When morning arrived, she sank lower under the covers, hiding from the light.  She knew her father would soon come knocking, wanting to know if she wanted breakfast and if she planned to ride into work with him today.  She had already decided she would decline his invitation this morning in favor of shopping.  Tonight would be her first date with Diego, and she didn’t have a thing to wear.  If he asked her, she would agree to meet him for lunch, then go back to the office with him for the afternoon.  If not, she knew her Father would call for a car to pick her up and bring her home.<br/><br/><br/>