Tutoring for buttons (Azalea)

Bea held the piece of paper in her hand as she approached the house. She wanted to make sure she was in the right place. Her parents wanted her to get a tutor, but she got to pick one herself, and she found the advertisement pinned to the school board. The girl seemed nice. And people who knew her said she was smart.
It was clearly Bea's fault that her grades started to slip. She had been a decent student, but recently she had paid much more attention to her extracurricular activities - namely, learning to sew. Since she wanted to keep it a secret, she had to make up excuses and sneak away at odd times, which in turn took a chunk out of her studying time. Her brothers were starting to tease that she was seeing a secret boyfriend. Mom did not  like that one bit. 
"You are old enough to be responsible for your own time, Baby. But only if you keep up with your studies" she warned her, and that was how the deal was made: Bea would get a tutor (preferably a female one). And so here she was, following the address on the advertisement.
Maybe she'll be nice to work with. She thought to her hopefully, before she conjured up a smile and knocked on the door.