Pastel-Knights
Towering, it was such an odd word, because a person couldn't be a tower, yet towering was the perfect word for Declan, who stood at 6'4''. He dwarfed others and he always was good natured about it. Yes, Declan was towering.
The hotel's bellboy was a complete and utter klutz, as to how he got the job, Maria didn't know. Not only had he ran over her foot with the cart carrying all of their luggage, but then he ended up spilling it, everywhere. It was insane and how she wished she could hate him. He wasn't half bad to look at though, he really wasn't.
Swatches of pain littered the walls, it was simply too hard to decide what color to paint the baby's room. Of course it was in the lighter colors, blues, yellows, pinks, greens, nothing dark, but still, what color the room was could affect how the child grew up. And also, white was a boring color and wouldn't be very good for a child's developing mind.
The duct tape was a poor excuse as a repair, it really was. It was messy and unpleasant to look at. It wasn't as if the Jones' could afford to get a better repair, they barely had enough time for food, let alone, being able to fix up the house. The silver tape was laughable at best, though it did the job.