Bleach Proof Apron Novels & Stories

“Maybe take this off first?” I laugh, looking at the abundance of flour and icing covering the fabric. “Yeah, probably should.” The apron makes a soft thud as I toss it onto one of the counters behind us. “This T-shirt isn’t the most professional attire either,” I note, kind of wishing I’d worn something else this morning. Lexi shakes her head at me. “It works. It’s better than the apron. Plus, I think the Wake and Bake merch is cute. Own it, Pippa.”

She scooped the basket of hard bleach off Effie hands. "You don't need so many cleaning agents for one toilet." "Here," She handed them three different brands of antiseptic and bleach. "This should be enough." *** Credits to G****e on hotel staffing info.

Stopping in front of the woman, he then handed the apron to her. “If it makes you feel better, I only used this apron today, and I have never touched this apron before today. I'm sorry if my actions offended you," the black-haired man stretched out his hand toward Jessica while apologizing, and he waited for the woman to accept the pink object.

Just then the door slowly opened, and Mitchell stepped inside, wearing a white nurse gown, she had her hair in the usual plastic cap nurses used. She was carrying a folded apron, it was a soft green color, and had an embroidery of Moonclaw's royal signature. She looked at Keira and smiled warmly, as she gently shut the door behind her. “Good morning, Luna,” Mitchell said, her voice bright as she held out the apron. “You’re looking better already.” She said. “Ready for the big day?” She asked. Keira forced a small smile, taking the apron with a nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she said, her voice rough from sleep.

In the bathroom Lillah stared at her clothes, rumpled on the floor. Pour bleach on them if you're so worried, Neeri piped up, helpful but unsympathetic to Lillah’s clean-up efforts. You can deal with them later then. After coating the discarded garments with copious bleach rather than picking them up and having to take another shower because of the scent transfer, Lillah set about grabbing a brush to sweep up the trail of rubble she’d left through her quarters. You know what we should have done… Neeri grinned mercilessly, asked Kurt to come clean up.

Meeting their curious gazes, I gave them a quick smile and lowered my head to shovel a few bites of food before replying indifferently, "Things are not working out. We'll be getting a divorce soon." Mom sighed, but she just gave Dad—who was still dazed—a quick pat. Then she forced a cheerful tone as she urged us to focus on our meal. My phone buzzed with a new message. It was an apology from Ellie's assistant, Jaiden Roth, in the workgroup chat. "I was just messing around. Big thanks to Dr. Harper for not taking it to heart. My apologies if my post bothered anyone." But the bragging was pretty clear. Soon, Ellie replied, "It was just a joke. There's nothing to apologize for. If anyone's both

Chapter 29 BRIANNA’S POV Rushing into the kitchen, I reached for a paper towel and tried to wipe the spilt coffee off my apron. Luckily for me, I had an apron over my dress. If not, the hotness could have penetrated through the light fabric of my dress and burned my skin.

’ Patience offered. ‘White trousers came off second best against a tub of turmeric,’ Beatrice said. ‘You have heard of an apron, right?’ Patience sounded exasperated. ‘What about the blouse?’ ‘Got caught in a hand blender.’ ‘A hand blender?’ Patience said bemused. ‘How on earth, no—don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.’ ‘I think I’m going to have to wear my usual stuff,’ Beatrice sighed in resignation.

Aurora's P.o.v I wiped the napkin across my damp forehead, grimacing at the ridiculous amount of flour I had managed to get on my clothes. The uniform looked much like the inside of the bakery; pink and white. Even Jake had to wear one, sporting a pink and white apron as though it were the next fashion statement. Of all the things Jake complained about, the uniform wasn't one of them. A white shirt with the words 'Beth's Bakery' stitched into it with golden thread, followed by a pair of jeans and a pink and white apron. As I walked small puffs of flour filled the air, originating from my messy uniform.

Those blue-grey eyes were so serious… "Oh!" Knowledge returned to me, and I wanted to slap my forehead at my forgetfulness. "I need to wear an apron." Both men nodded, and Pavel went over to a silver hook that protruded from a nearby wall. He took off a white, clean apron and handed it to me, once he came back.