The day had finally come when you had to get your braces on. You didn't want to, but it was just something you were having to suck up and deal with. You dreaded going to school, since all you were able to do was look at them and absolutely hate them.

Charles knew you were getting them on, and he knew you weren't happy about them. He noticed how hard you were trying to not move your lips too much while you talked, and he didn't want you feeling self-conscious about things as small as talking.

"Sweetheart, you know they're really not bad," he softly told you while you sat together at lunch.