My Apron Novels & Stories

Then, finally, he sighs and looks me over. And my mouth falls open. "You’re in an apron… and it’s kinda dir—stained." What? I blink. Look down. Yeah, okay, so I’m wearing an apron. And yeah, it’s stained—tiny splotches of oil and butter. It’s called cooking, Adrian. “You’re going to eat it anyway,” I say defensively. “Yeah... still, my shirt will be ruined.” I narrow my eyes. He’s not even wearing white.

The case of soda Caius held hit the floor. “What are you wearing?” He growled. “Who told you to put that on?” “The hell are you talking about?” The corners of my lips fell, and I looked down to inspect myself. I had on a pair of form fitting leggings and a cute sweater that showed a fair amount of cleavage. Both of which were partially hidden by the apron. I noticed some stitching down by the bottom pocket, but it was covered in flour. Patting it away, I read the name embroidered onto the apron and felt my stomach drop through the floor.

“I think the aprons are there. Come on, let’s go.” On one side there was a wooden hanger rack stand where there were many aprons of the same black color and size. I took one and it was before my knee. I took another hanger and showed it to Brianna. “Can I wear this to you?” She shook her head. “I have a hair clip. We can adjust its length, and,” I smelled the apron. “The apron smells good. It looks like no one has used it yet. Do you want to get a whiff of it?”

What is clear is the price is not playing games, much different from the kitchen in the mansion. Jes, wearing a white apron, throws an apron of the same color at Anne. "Wear it, you have to help me fight." She said excitedly. She began to roll up the sleeves of her dress above her elbows, tied her hair up and left some hair in the front, revealing her very sexy long neck.

Aurora stood alone in the farmhouse kitchen. She was reorganizing the deep storage shelves. She opened the heavy wooden pantry door. A garment hung on a brass hook behind the door. It was a cooking apron. It was slightly worn and featured a faded floral print. Aurora knew exactly whose it was. Miya had cooked in this kitchen. Her personal things were still here. Julian had simply never removed them. Aurora had vegetables to prep for the evening meal. Her hands needed to be free. She needed to protect her clothes from the dark reduction sauce.

She pulls out a bright pink apron—covered in cartoon cupcakes—and hands it to me. I stare at it. Then at her. Then back at it. "What is this?" She bites her lip, barely holding back her laughter. "Your outfit." I blink. "You want me to wear an apron?" "Oh no," she grins. "Not just the apron." I exhale slowly. "So let me get this straight," I say, rubbing my jaw. "You want me to cook you dinner. Naked. In this." She grins, nodding.

"That's not it." "Yes, it is. And that's okay. I understand." There is awkward silence for a second and I feel the need to cover it up which leads to me saying the first thing that came to my mind. "Plus, I like all the pockets in the apron to stash away the extra food."

Plus, she only becomes strict with lazy workers like me. I hugged her, feeling her stand up straight, probably surprised by my gesture. "Thank you," I said internally, grateful to her and her family for still being understanding and willing to help me despite my mistakes. I let go of her embrace, hung my bag on the hooks, and put on my apron to avoid getting my uniform dirty or wet. It's difficult since I only have two uniforms, and I just washed one last night. So every time I take it off, I have to wash it again to have something to wear. Also, I need to wear an apron, especially since my uniform is white and it's hard to remove stains and dirt.

So he walked out himself. When he walked out, he saw Chloe. Chloe also saw Edward and the pink floral apron he was wearing. Chloe was also there when Ellena bought this floral apron. Ellena just came back a few days ago and did not pay much attention to anything, so Chloe pulled her along to buy things. A tall and straight man was wearing a white shirt, black pants, and a pink floral apron. He rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the kitchen. It should’ve been a warm moment in a family.

She said and we walked to the sink to wash our hands and then dried it. "The second is?" I asked. "Our apron and hair net but Master hold-on, I don't want to go for the big Apron today " She said and i laughed. I remembered the last time she used the big Apron,it made her stumble with the tray flying out of her hand and a weird look on her face. "Ohh...okay,pick any apron of your choice but that big one is specially made for you" I teased,biting my lower lip to stop myself from laughing.