I rubbed my eyes as I looked around. The light that peaked through the curtains was blinding considering how dark the room was.
I stumbled out of my bed and walked downstairs. I saw Ace cooking while the girls ate their breakfast; He made them breakfast.
"You're fiancé won't make us breakfast so I made some cereal and the other girls made toast" Riley smiled, holding up her bowl. Riley reminded me of a mature 4-year-old who didn't know how to count to 10. She was funny at times but mostly seemed clueless about everyone and everything around her.
"Breakfast." Ace handed me a plate full of food. I watched as the girl's mouths began to drool. "Thanks." I smiled softly at him, trying to show my appreciation.
"No problem," he mumbled going to do the dishes.
"Would like some?" I laughed sof
