"They look exactly the same."
"Okay, good it's not just me," Dena said, rubbing her temples. She was in charge of giving final approval on redecorating the main indoor event space. Wyatt and his team had turned in their top two choices for paint color and honestly, I felt like I was being punked. "I mean if I hold this one up like this, I think it might be a touch darker."
"No, it's not. That's the shadow from your thumb." I turned the paint chips over to read the names. "Oh for Pete's sake. They look the same because they are the same." Both paint chips were labeled "Ivory Pearl."
"Clearly I need more coffee. I didn't even think to turn them over. I could've ended this an hour ago," Dena groaned.
"Feel free to give a lecture on paying attention to details," I teased. She shooed me ou
