I have never, in my entire life, seen anything as beautiful as Willow is right now. And now I’m supposed to talk to her? “Oh—” I stammer. Emma honks once, then pulls away, while I manage a sort of half wave behind my back. “What did he say?” Poppy says from overhead. “I think he said ‘Oh,’ ” Violet says. “Not a great opening line.” This is a category one disaster.
