Floyd had guided Lucielle up a flight of stairs that he had, rather sentimentally, spent hours adorning with her sister Jenny. Jenny had insisted that Floyd couldn't simply delegate the task to someone else, he needed to be involved in the process, as it would mean more to Lucielle. So he'd devoted an exorbitant amount of time trying to get everything just right, only to stumble at every step. His sole task had been to decorate a single staircase, and it had been... quite the ordeal.
Decorating would have been less stressful if Jenny wasn't such a stickler for perfection. Nothing met her high standards, nothing looked right unless she had the final say, and all Floyd wanted to do was tear his hair out, whisk Lucielle away, and stand before a judge in Vegas. He didn't understand how Sean t
