Emma's POV
I stood in my white t-shirt and black pants making breakfast. My hair kept getting on my face, so I twisted the long golden strands into a bun to keep them out of my face. I turned around to get some more flour when I bumped into Philip.
“s**t,” I cursed as the flour sprinkled all over us. I sighed when I saw the mess the kitchen was in.
“Can't you guys leave the kitchen? You are making me lose focus,” I muttered, glaring at the three boys who have been in the kitchen since I started cooking. They have been watching and monitoring my every movement like a hawk. Philip is currently sitting on the kitchen counter, Alexander was busy on his phone next to the kitchen and Julian is eating an apple standing right next to Philip, cramming up the whole space and making it difficult f
