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.  

Within the first three hours I was coated in a thin layer of sweat. The hot ovens and constant running about did nothing to help. Despite the sweat, I was having the time of my life.  

I didn't have to trudge home