Climbing and breaking away from the icing, pushing away the two figures, which wasn't easy, Sophie sat on the top of the cake, tired and regaining strength. "Oh man.... I have to get back to Emma. She is going to be sooo mad if I screw this up." She said to herself resting her chin in her hands. After a moment of resting, it was time to stand... the footing on the cake wasn't the greatest. As she began to turn around and scale down... she lost grip, covered in soft frosting she tumbles off the cake, rolls off the table and onto the floor with a moist "smack" and some frosting splattered slightly.
Landing on on her butt and rolling out onto the floor, she was having a rough day. "Oh man.... how could this be any worse..." she worried. Pushing herself off the floor with her arms, her body a bit heavy with all this frosting clinging to her dress, sore from a rough day it was hard enough to get up... let alone deal with the baker's foot shadow casting over the poor bride "Oh no... oh nonononono... please.... do-uhgrk!".
The baker looked beneath her loafer she wore with white socks, blue jeans, and her baker's outfit "Oh... darn it... stupid frosting..." she cursed as she looked at her foot and saw nothing but white frosting smushing out the sides. What she didn't see was the flattened cross eyed Sophie who was crushed completely under the sole of the loafer. There was something utterly humiliating being crushed between tile floor, a dusty rubbery sole of a loafer, and being covered in frosting.
With an annoyed expression, the brunette baker sighed and continued putting the finishing touches and fixing the figures that had fallen over on the cake.
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