They all do it. Bill, Caddy, Saffy, Indigo and Rose. It starts off slow and then it's there. Guilty but there. The Casson smile.
It infuriates me because it's so devastating. Eve falls for it every time and paints it without realising. Every painting she paints contains the Casson smile. Mum always comments how the whole family has a fantastic smile and I note every time little Rose flashes a sheepish smile she falls over to feed her.
I have seen boys and girls fall over their feet when they get the full blast of the Casson smile.
I thought I was immune to it. Thought though is the keyword.
It was the February after my seventeenth. He was laughing at something, I looked up and caught his eye and he gave me that slow, devastating, guilty Casson smile (a smile that should be against the law, I am sure of it) and suddenly my heart is doing somersaults. And I notice. I notice how tall, handsome, charming, witty and just plain devastatingly gorgeous he has become over the years.
I inwardly curse that damn Casson smile and look back down at my homework, praying that my hair will cover my blush.
It isn't right to crush on your best friends little brother.