Paul watched Carlie go, pleased to see her at least a little contrite now.  When his younger daughter passed the elder though, his eyes fell to Celeste and stayed upon her.  A slow, soft sigh came from deep in his chest, and for a few seconds he allowed himself to be lost in the sight of his girl there, with the robe tied about her.  She truly was beautiful, and over the past year he'd grown to love her in a manner that was not at all paternal.  In many ways she was the perfect woman.  Yet... she wasn't a woman, not quite yet.  She was still a girl, and Paul had to remember that.  "Celeste, why don't you come sit beside me?", he asked her, his tone level and gentle.  "I really need to talk this over with you.  I need to know how you really feel right now, honey.  I don't want to make any choices without hearing your view."