The small town bakery was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries. The bell above the door jingled as Martha entered, her eyes scanning the display case for her favorite treat. "Just the thing, Mar. First day it feels like spring, and us both craving the same thing. Two blueberry turnovers, that'll hit the spot!" Martha smiled warmly at her friend and neighbor Peg. "Indeed it will. Hard to resist such a flaky crust and burst of sweet berries." "You got that right!" Peg paid the young woman behind the counter, tucking the bag with their treats under her arm. "Care to join me out on the bench across the street after you order? Could use some fresh air and girl talk." "Peg, I'd love to, but..." Martha grimaced apologetically. "Truth is, I'm here to place a special order, actually. My niece is getting married in June and I'm in charge of the sweets table. I've been tasked with finding the perfect wedding cake." Martha pulled out a napkin she had jotted details on. "I'm thinking a multi-tiered cake in a buttercream finish with floral piping. Pearl white, to match her gown and the invitation. Should give it a little texture too - something artsy, but still traditional." "Ooh, posh! Martha, you musta hit the jackpot with this place. That gal behind the counter there, she's known for her creative cakes. I've seen 'em round town - all the kids at my grandbaby's pre-school beg their parents to have hers at their birthdays." Martha's face lit up. "Really? How wonderful! I think my niece would swoon over a cake like that. Let's hope she's free that day..." Martha approached the counter, pulling out her notepad. The cake designer smiled brightly, eagerly awaiting the details.