My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 303

Bonus 3: The Color of Love

Nina

Even though sleep was a luxury neither Enzo nor I could afford these days, I found myself energized by the whirlwind of wedding preparations and home renovations.

Thanks to the help of Enzo, all of our amazing friends, and a fantastic group of contractors, we were making huge strides with the renovations on our new home.

Now, all that was left was picking out paint colors for the various rooms in the house; something, anything, to cover that ghastly gray color that made the whole house feel like a depressing little box.

However, exhaustion was slowly creeping in-and with it came snappiness, moments of impatience, and a few disagreements we wouldn’t have had otherwise.

One such argument unfolded during yet another trip to the hardware store.

We were standing in the paint aisle, as we had been doing almost every day for the past week, surrounded by countless paint swatches that neither of us could seem to agree on.

“I still say we should go with yellow,” I insisted as I tapped my finger against a bright buttercup-yellow color on the paint swatch. “That kitchen really needs some color.”

Enzo grimaced, shaking his head. ” Nina, I can’t stand yellow. Besides, it’s too… bright, too flashy for a kitchen. It reminds me of the color of melted butter, or… or jaundice. What about this color?”

I watched as Enzo pulled out a millionth swatch, one which contained the color of slate blue. It wasn’t far off from the color that the kitchen was painted already. It was pretty on its own, but a whole room like that? It would only blend into the gray and blue landscape of the ocean.

I pursed my lips, crossing my arms right after I rubbed my exhausted eyes with my fists. “Blue is too gloomy, Enzo. A kitchen is supposed to be cheerful!”

Enzo let out a low, annoyed growl. He

had dark circles under his eyes, probably even worse than mine. But I wasn’t backing down, and neither was he.

is better than yellow,

kitchen blue, then what is even the point of painting it at all?” I asked, throwing up my hands in exasperation. “That color you picked out is hardly any different from that awful gray color that’s already in there. Maybe you’re

what I was going to say, and so did Enzo; that he wasn’t

Richard’s death was still too fresh, too raw to be making comparisons like that. And

pulled out another swatch, one which contained an even more sickly blue

better isn’t it? Can we just pick a color so

swatch out of his hands, my frown deepening as I

way, Enzo. This is

voices echoed off the store’s

amused or sympathetic smiles, others giving us sidelong looks

seemingly out of nowhere, a croaky voice

paint it green?” Both Enzo and I turned to find a small, elderly lady smiling at us, her eyes twinkling

Enzo asked, his eyebrows shooting

with a nod. “It’s the perfect compromise, a mix of yellow

particular shade of sage green. It was a color we had

couldn’t deny it; the green was indeed soft, warm, and welcoming-a gentle embrace of

down off of the shelf to look at it more closely. It really

slow smile spreading on my face, “I

huff. But as he studied

old lady asked, chortling a bit

what, Nina?” he murmured, tapping the card