His Most Catholic Majesty, Diego IV, by the Grace of God, King of Free Garza, was only too eager to congratulate the bridegroom on his excellent choice of a bride, while he sent his younger sister Maria to find Martin at last. He knew what was going on there.
"Your Highness, or should I say, Your Majesty, is a very lucky man, you know," he told Michael, now King of New Edom.
Princess Rosa, for her part, chose to seek out a dance with Prince Enoch.
"Would you find it improper for me to ask you for a dance, senor Prince?"
Maria, meanwhile, sneaked up behind Martin and put her hands over his eyes.
"Guess who it is?" she asked him, snickering.
As for Isabel and Carlita, both felt self-conscious, but the former went ahead and approached Hesperinus, just out of pure curiosity. The latter chose to seek out Holly Lemay, who seemed more interesting to her.
"Hello there. Carlita Ruiz. Who might you be?" she offered a simple handshake.
Isabel, for her part, chose to be very cute about things, seeking out a soup and asking him, "Do you know that it is a custom in my country to sometimes share food with people one has never met, in order to get to know that person better?"
The Ambassador, meanwhile, presented himself to Dathan, though noting the man's distance from his legal wife. What was the story there? He wouldn't pry, but he would certainly consider what all that could mean to his own opportunities....did Dathan have any interest in men? If so, of course, he would have to be discreet, much like Montalbano, and the Ambassador wouldn't overplay his hand. Instead, he would seek signals, if there were any, of such types of attraction.
"So, Undersecretary Dathan, you seem to be a man of class, style, and taste. What are your thoughts on the Queen's own sense of fashion and style? Does she seem as refined as one would tend to assume?" Montalbano felt out for any signs of good taste in Levi, anything that might suggest that inclination.
