Someone called out to Gwyneth. She lifted her head just a little and, to her surprise, saw Max standing there.
Gwyneth felt a pang of embarrassment. She hadn't exactly been nice to Max before, but he never seemed to hold it against her—in fact, Max had even helped her look for her mom.
Max noticed the red, puffy mark on Gwyneth's right cheek and looked at her with concern. "What happened to you?"
He wondered if someone had hit her, but it didn't seem like something Mr. Langford would ever do—unless it was that terrible Miss Violet.
Gwyneth muttered, "My tooth hurts."
Max blinked in surprise. "What? How come?"
He couldn't imagine why anyone would have a toothache. He brushed his teeth every night and had never had one himself.
"Let me take a look."
Max plopped down beside her and gently touched her cheek. Gwyneth winced right away.
Despite still feeling a little awkward around Max—mostly because of her mom—she trusted him completely now.
So, she opened her mouth just a bit. Max peered inside and spotted two teeth riddled with cavities. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you forget to brush your teeth at night?"
Gwyneth covered her face, nodding sheepishly. "Ever since I started staying on Winding Peak Lane, I haven't brushed my teeth at all. I love sweets, and every night Violet lets me fall asleep with candy in my mouth."
She actually thought it was great—she hated brushing her teeth at bedtime. Only when she was with Violet could she skip it and go straight to sleep.
Plus, she adored milk caramels. As long as she had candy in her mouth, her dreams would be sweet and happy. In the morning, her mouth still tasted sugary, and Gwyneth loved it. That's why she liked Violet so much.
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