The Marriott we went to was beyond beautiful; they had this massive painting on the ceiling of little cherubim angels chasing after a lamb that was lost in a field of what looked like barley. It almost reminded me of The Catcher in the Rye a bit in a strange way. Maybe this is weird, but I absolutely love religious art despite not being religious; something about it is just so beautiful. Stained glass is my favorite; seeing it always makes my jaw drop.
“Looks like we found heaven,” I jested.
“It’s not heaven if it doesn’t have a complimentary breakfast,” Malcolm replied with a small smile.
“You always know how to make me smile. So where is your cousin?” I asked, looking all around the hotel. All I could see were bored-looking kids and their exhausted parents. Children are both the wo
