PUT ON A SMILE | CHARLES LECLERC

PROLOGUE

BUT I DON'T WANT to!" Davina exclaimed in irritation. "Well, I'm not going alone!" Colette crossed her arms as her sister let out an irritated groan. "You're sixteen, Lettie. Surely you can go ask the neighbors for your tennis racket?"

Colette scoffed, "You're the one who threw it over the wall in the first place." Davina sighed, "Fine, But I'm not saying anything! You can do the talking." Colette rolled her eyes and pushed her sister towards the neighbors front door.

Colette softly knocked on the door exlaiming a scowl with her sister before for the door opened, "Hello!" The two said cheerfully. The person who answered the door looked to be around Davina's age. "Hello?"

"I'm Colette and this is my sister Davina," Davina gave the boy a small wave. "We live next door." Colette said as she pointed to the house next door. "Okay?" The younger boy replied in confusion, still not understanding why they were here.

"We're sorry to disturb you but my sister here, accidentally threw my tennis racket over the wall."

"How do you accidentally throw a tennis ra-" the younger boy was then shoved out of the doorway. "Arthur." A older boy, around Colette's age, hissed at the boy in front of them. "Sorry about that."

"It's no problem, I too find myself wondering how a tennis racket just accidentally lands up in someone else's backyard." Colette gave her younger sister a sharp glare. "It was an accident!"

The older boy looked between the two sisters in amusement. Colette rolled her eyes. She sent the two boys an apologetic smile. "I hope it won't be too much of a bother if we can go and fetch it?"

"I'll go get it for you. Your welcome to come in if you'd like?"

The two girls exchanged a glance before nodding, stepping inside. "I'll be right back." The boy mumbled. The younger boy, who Colette now knows to be Arthur, cleared his throat. "Aren't you the girl who got rejected by Theo Dupont?"

Davina's face flushed in embarrassment, causing Colette to straighten up. She placed her arm around her little sisters shoulders protectively. "Her names Davina actually."

"Arthur stop being a nuisance and go finish your homework." Said boy rolled his eyes and padded up the stairs to his room. "I'm sorry about him, he's been rather grumpy lately."

"So I've noticed." Davina grumbled. "Here's your racket." The boy handed over the tennis racket and Colette gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you..." She trailed off a little as if that was her way of asking for his name, "Charles." He answered her unsaid question. "Thank you, Charles."

The two held eye contact for a moment before Davina cleared her throat. "Mum said we need to get ready before seven." Colette nodded before gesturing towards the door. "Sorry for this," She waved the racket. "I'll try and make sure my sister doesn't throw my things over the wall again."

Charles let out a laugh at her words, "And I'll make sure my brother is nicer to you guys in the future." He opened the door for the sisters and he bids them goodbye.

Once the two girls were far enough away from the house, Colette broke the silence. "He seemed nice," she paused for a moment, "And cute-" Davina made a disgusted noise and Colette ruffled her hair. "Your only saying that because he kept checking you out!" Colette shrugged, "It's not my fault our parents blessed me with good genetics."