They moved away from the lake and Diego led her to a covered terrace.  When they stepped inside, Isabella’s mouth dropped and she gasped.  It was like something out of a fairy tale.  Chairs, champagne, rose petals, music.  She looked at Diego, his silly smile giving him away.  Putting her hand over her open mouth, she let Diego lead her to the chairs.  “Diego!” she whispered.  “You are really treating me like a princess!”<br/><br/>She watched as he took the champagne from the ice bucket and opened it carefully, then poured her some in a glass.<br/><br/><em>”Tell me would you like to dance my princess?”</em><br/><br/>“Indeed,” she smiled as he drew her close.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>