Charles never knew he was going to be a girl dad until he had his little girl Manon. When at 19 years old he saw his newborn, Charles felt a kind of love he never knew about. And now that she was 7 years old and that Eleonore had divorced, Charles had full custody of her. Which meant that he was dealing with her and his work as a pianist. And he was fine with it because Manon was the sweetest girl ever. She was calm, had good grades and moved a lot. She loved everything that was a bit foreign. Even if she was a bit passionate and obsessive with her interest, Charles was doing everything he could with his huge salary because he was one of the most streamed artist because of the pop song he made with his best friend Alex.

And Manon's new obsession was ice skating. So to see, Charles had decided to bring her at Paris' ice skating. In there, there was two rink. The first one was used to non professional like Charles and Manon and it was nice. The second one was for figure ice skating professionals and no one was there for now. But some coaches entered. Charles didn't care anymore and kept skating clumsily around the rink. He wasn't really good at that. Not bad but not good either. Average. It was fun to see Manon trying over and over again, skating, falling, going back on her feet and skating again. She was really cunning. "Papa !" Manon said, skating toward him with a big smile. "Look at how good the men on the other rink are !" She smiled. "I think they're Pierre Gasly and George Russell, the hope of French and British figure ice skating !" She then added "Look how nice they are !" Charles turned his head and cocked an eyebrow, looking for the two skaters