Eight.

(Alphonso’s POV)

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and toast. I sat up, perplexed, wondering who had made breakfast because Catherine knew I never ate breakfast at home, and Frank usually had pancakes.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Lily's voice spoke as she dressed in my shirt from the night before and held a tray of breakfast.

I frowned in confusion and asked, “Since when do you make breakfast?” As she placed the tray in front of me.

She chuckled, “I was excited that today was my first day of working at your office, so I thought I might give Catherine a break and just make breakfast myself.”

I was expecting a bad breakfast because Lily had never been in the kitchen in the time I had known her.

I took a sip of the coffee, and it was amazing, as if she had brewed it herself.

“This is amazing; I didn't know you could cook.” I expressed my surprise.

“You don't know much about me,” she chuckled, replied with a shrug: “Catherine will take Frank to school, and I will t