#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 in