Belle sat down next to her father, her own drink in her hand.  She took a quick sip, then set it down, before her nervousness was revealed by the ice cubes rattling.  It was her first opportunity to sit still and appreciate the Ambassador's appearance.  His blue eyes were remarkable, and his smile was model-worthy.  She wondered if he had done some modeling in Spain.  His shirt was tailored and accentuated his broad shoulders and small waist.  His hips were, well, sexy.  She immediately blushed and pulled her eyes back to his lips, afraid if she stared at his eyes he would be able to read her mind.  "Mr. Ambassador, there is a lot I would like to know about your country, but first I would like to know more about you.  How did you come to be the Ambassador for all of Spain?  Do you like your work?  You must have visited a lot of countries and met some very special...people.  What do you think about our little piece of the world?"  She immediately felt foolish, like a child asking why the sky is blue or the grass is green.  Feeling restless, she jumped up.  "Father, let me freshen your drink."