Belle's POV
"I can see you had a nice time with, Jackson." My mom said as I entered the kitchen. I was blushing all over and anyone who sees me can easily tell that I'm happy.
"I guess so…" I said, trying not to sound so enthusiastic.
"Guess so? It's written all over you, Belle. You can admit it, it's a free space here, you know." My mom replied with a cute smile that made me smile. I found myself opening up to her, I was no more mad at her like I was when I got back.
"Yes, I had a nice time. We were able to cover some places and he was happy to tell me stories about those places." I finally gave in to her persistence.
"Let me help with that." I chimed in as I took the whisk from her and she passed me the eggs too.
"So what do you think about him?" She asked while she moved aside
