Paul's gaze was still stern.  While he'd managed to quell the open rage that had shone in his eyes a few moments before, it was obvious that he felt deep displeasure when he regarded his daughters.  "First of all, I want to know from you Carlie: did Celeste hit you at all?"  He already knew the answer, of course.  It was just a matter of having Celeste admit it to cut off the protests that would be sure to come when he addressed that first.  Paul wouldn't have his daughters hitting one another - particularly not when it was one-sided.  There was simply no excuse.