My Apron Novels & Stories

Evelyn POV I sit at the edge of my bed, the old wine-colored apron folded carefully in my lap. It feels heavier than I remember, the fabric somehow denser with all the memories I’m too scared to face. The scent is faint but unmistakable—rosemary and lemon zest, the smell that used to fill my kitchen like a promise of something good to come. I haven’t worn this apron since the week before the kidnapping. Before everything went wrong. Normally, this apron would bring me comfort. Like a familiar embrace, the way soft cotton wraps around a dancer’s waist before the music starts. But today, I hold it like it might betray me. Like it might tear itself away from me and remind me how fragile everyth

Dean stepped inside and paused, eyes roaming without judgment. “It’s very you,” he said finally. I clutched the grocery bags. “That’s not a compliment.” He turned to me, something soft in his expression. “Yeah, it is.” I busied myself unpacking. We cooked together him in his tailored dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and me in my faded college sweatshirt. I had on a pink princess snow white apron and he had just a plain brown . It was such a ridiculous sight but it made me smile

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.

"Just so you know, you look even more stupid in that apron" I acknowledged while munching on m&ms. He stared down at the white apron, pulling out the edges and displaying the red uneven hearts plastered on it. "You know I made this, right?" "Still stupid" "I'm not taking it off, okay? Deal with it" "Yeah, whatever." He huffed and turned around, resuming his duty as my personal chef and in the process, flexing his butt.

She said softly and I nodded, mouthing a quick thanks before following Daisy further in Daisy led me through the locker area, I took a deep breath as my eyes landed on the one that was to be mine. I quickly unlocked it and placed my bag inside, grabbing the neatly folded apron and disposable hairnet. I stared down at the apron only to notice that my name was boldly written on it. My lips stretched into a big smile as I slipped the apron on quickly arranging my hair and covering it with the hairnet As I tied the apron strings at my back, my mind flickered to the email yet again making my jaw clench harder. I didn't want to think about this, at least not now

I paused, “Why? Do you cook?” He then put on an apron and winked at me. I looked at the apron he was wearing, there were little cats, no, hello kitty, drawn in it and it looked tight on his arms. It must have been for a woman as it was too fitted for him that his muscles were bulging through. “What are you looking at, princess?” He asked through my stares and I chuckled. “The apron is too tight for you. and the hello kitty patterns.” I voiced out loud, laughing at him.

“Sorry, no more biscuits.” Sighing the little girl’s face falls and she walks back towards her shabby table. I was currently wearing a simple white sundress covered by a cute pink polka dots apron. It was my usual apron whenever I cooked or baked. Not that I ever did those things. I usually just ate the leftover meals at Ardere. You would be surprised at just how many foods were left untouched by drunk people.

I laughed quietly to myself, knowing I’d feel ridiculous wearing it. The hot water was a welcome relief, and I lingered for a few moments, letting it wash away the day’s stress. Once I was dried off and ready, I slipped the apron over my head, tying it securely. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I shook my head with a smirk. "If the roles were reversed, I’d enjoy this," I muttered before heading back out. The bedroom was empty, so I made my way to the kitchen. When I turned the corner, Amber was seated at the table wearing short, silky purple shorts and a matching button-up top. She looked up with a mischievous grin.

When she brought her hand down, she smiled at the two people with her. “Thank you, Tommy, Marlene. I really appreciate you helping me tonight.” Andrea then looked down at herself. She was still wearing her work apron that had a hand-sewn embroidery of the online shop’s logo. Instead of her plain blue tees, she looked like she was donned in a light-brown dress with a little astronaut in the center of the chest area. “It’s all right. Though, what exactly happened?” Marlene sighed before reaching out to comb through Andrea’s hair. “There’s no way Charlie just collapsed all of a sudden, right?”

He raised an eyebrow "Says me and everyone, if Nadia sees you here_" "Shh," He cut me off, "You said you're stressed out so I’m helping you out and I’m sure Nadia won’t mind and if she does, it’s not your problem to handle her." He looked into my eyes and I instantly lowered my gaze "So, where is the apron?" "You can’t be serious right now" I put a hand on my waist He nodded "Yes I am, so where is the apron?" He asked "There isn’t any extra apron," I said