The Bellagio Bakery By the AI Storyteller The bell jingled as the door opened, announcing my arrival. I stepped into the warm, buttery scent of freshly baked goods. "Oh my, what have we here?" Miffy asksthe regular. Ruffles of a taffeta dress swirled around her ankles as she twirled to face me. A noble head of Lhassa Apso curls bounced with the motion. "Sugar, it's been ages! How've you been?" Her voice trilled with delight. Miffy was the town's formidable society matron, a force to be reckoned with. I couldn't help but smile. "Hello Miffy. I've been alright, but I hear you have quite a story to tell." "Nonsense! You know I'd only be stoking the village gossip." "Exactly!" I knew better. Miffy lived for drama. She smirked and leaned in conspiratorially. "Well, if you insist. Seems Miss Eliot's sister is coming to town. Passed through a sordid divorce, you know. Tiny little thing, fractured the whole family." I let out an exasperated sigh. "Miffy, honestly. Let the poor woman arrive and take a breath first, will you?" Miffy leaned back, harrumphing indignant disapproval. "Poof! I try to add a little color to these days and you rain on my parade." Her shoulders slumped dramatically. I couldn't help but laugh at her theatrics. Miffy was incorrigible, but I adored her zest for life.