As soon as Beauty stepped into the house, she met the eager faces of her parents waiting by the door. 

Her mother was already buzzing with excitement, her eyes gleaming, while Her father, though quieter, stood with his arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Beauty knew where this was leading to.

She greeted them softly and turned to walk to her room.

"Beauty! Who was that young man?"

Mrs. Hill asked, practically bouncing on her toes.

 "He ...