First kisses ruin everything.
No matter whose lips sixteen-year-old Abigail Lucille Panashe touches, her life becomes plagued with disaster. But her friends won’t let her give up on that romantic, fireworks kind of kiss.
It just can’t be with her best friend, Theo Winthers, because that would be weird. Especially that for the last ten years, Abby and her late Papi imagined Theo accompanying her to this summer’s debutante ball. They’ve already perfected the dance to her wheelchair moves.
If only Abby’s older sister, Astrid, hadn’t arranged for their next-door neighbor, Hudson Giordani, to be Abby’s escort. Now, kissing Hudson, that would definitely be weir—no, Abby cannot think about even looking at Hudson. He broke her heart five years ago and their reunited interaction just included vomiting.
All Abby wants is her Papi here because life is unraveling to what she had planned. And the pressure of being perfect has Abby finding comfort in lips she’s not supposed to touch. Disaster is moments away, but her Papi can’t be there to save her this time.