The front door opened, and Beauty's parents stood side by side, hand in hand.

Mrs. Hills wore a soft smile, her apron slightly crooked from rushing, while Mr. Hills looked calm but curious.

He noticed the car and concluded that Bruno was not an average person.

"Mom! Dad!"

Beauty exclaimed happily, stepping forward to hug them both.

Mrs. Hills smiled and wrapped her arms around her daughter.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're home! Look at you. You're ...