"Alright," Arabella began, her voice a soft melody that seemed to fill the room with a timeless charm. "So, today I will tell you a story—the tale of the Princess and the Beast." Her words held a sense of magic, a gateway to a world of imagination where anything was possible.
"On a dark stormy night, a cute little Princess reached the Big Palace..l She ate some food and took some rest. When she got up, she saw a Big Garden inside. She walked to the Garden and touched a Big Red Rose. The moment she touched it, she felt someone watching her. She got scared and started moving back, only to hit herself with the Only Owner of this Palace.. THE BEAST."
"Beast? He owned that Beautiful Palace?" Aaron asked curiously.
Arabella noded a Yes and then continued. Damien came out from the bathroom and saw her and Aaron engrossed in the Bedtime Stories. He walked out to the Poolside and started watering his plants.
