The bell on the door chimed as the two women entered the cozy bakery, the aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries enveloping them. "Goodness, it smells divine in here. I could eat the entire display case." "Careful, you'll ruin your appetite for dinner. Though I must admit, that apple pie does look tempting." "Mmm, it does, doesn't it? Tell me, have you heard the latest gossip about the mayor?" "No, do tell! I've been out of the loop lately." "Apparently, he's been seen leaving the widow Wilkins' house at all hours. Scandalous, if you ask me." "How deliciously juicy! I wonder what poor Mrs. Wilkins would say if she knew." "Probably nothing. She's been rather seclusive since her husband passed. Although, I did see her at the market the other day, and she looked positively radiant." "Well, well, well. This town never ceases to amaze me. Ooh, look, they have your favorite lavender shortbread!" "Wonderful! I'll take a dozen. And perhaps a slice of that apple pie, too. Can't resist." The two ladies giggled as they made their way to the counter, their voices fading into the cheerful bustle of the bakery.