"Carlie, we hid it from you because we knew how shocked you'd be.  It wasn't to hurt you.  Just to save you from having to deal with that kind of surprise."  Paul sighed, and looked down at his hands in his lap, before lifting his gaze to his youngest daughter.  "As for the things I say to Celeste, yes I do think that she's beautiful.  I think that she's perfect, too.  She's a wonderful, considerate, loving girl, who makes me feel wonderful.  But Carlie," Paul said, imploring her, "I love you just as much.  I think that you're stunningly beautiful, really, I do.  You remind me of your mother when I first fell in love with her.  Only you're so much better than your mother; her soul makes her ugly to me now that I've seen it.  But Carlie, you've got her beauty, but your soul is beautiful, too."  Paul tried not to glance at Celeste.  He was still angry over how Carlie had struck Celeste, but at the same time he could understand the intensity of emotion that Carlie felt.  She was hurt, feeling betrayed.  Those were never easy emotions to deal with.