I Accidentally Stained My Boss’s New White Sneakers — Thank God My MIL Knew the Secret to Cleaning White Shoes

When Tilly’s boss, Mr. Cooper, receives a pair of custom-made sneakers, she’s tempted to sneak a peek. Unfortunately, her curiosity leads to disaster when she accidentally spills coffee on one of the pristine white shoes. In a panic, Tilly realizes she needs help fast and rushes to her mother-in-law, Betty, a stain-removal expert.

Betty calmly reassures Tilly, using a mixture of baking soda, vinegar, and water to restore the sneaker to its former glory. With the stain fading away, Tilly is relieved as the sneakers look brand new. The next morning, she nervously returns the sneakers to Mr. Cooper, who is pleased with their condition. Despite initially fearing the worst, Tilly’s honesty and Betty’s quick thinking save the day, earning her Mr. Cooper’s appreciation and a new job task—fixing Cameron’s tennis shoes!

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