I threw back my head and laughed. “What?” he asked. “What’s so funny?” “Your teeth,” I answered. “Your teeth…” Purple. His teeth were purple from the blackberry lemonade. “Oh no!” Wit dropped my hand to cover his mouth. “What will Aunt Christine say?” I rolled my eyes before he took my hand again and unexpectedly dipped me, my legs wobbling like Bambi’s in my high heels. Half my hair had also fallen out of its braid crown. “She would say we’re a hot mess,” I told him. “We’re more than hot,” Wit said. “We’re stunning.”
