Chapter 41

• Sophia’s POV
• I wiped my forehead with a napkin, grimacing at the ridiculous amount of flour covering my clothes. The bakery uniform, a pink and white ensemble, matched the shop's interior. Even Bryan wore it, donning the pink and white apron as if it were the latest fashion trend. Surprisingly, he never complained about the uniform.
• The outfit consisted of a white shirt with "Bia's Bakery" stitched in gold thread, jeans, and a pink and white apron. As I walked, small puffs of flour rose from my messy uniform. Within three hours, I was already coated in a thin layer of sweat from the hot ovens and constant running around. Despite the heat, I was having the time of my life.