The bell above the door chimed, announcing a customer. The scent of sugar and yeast hung heavy in the air, making the newcomer’s stomach rumble. Glass cases gleamed, displaying an assortment of pastries and cakes so beautiful they belonged in a museum. “Morning! What can I get for you?” “One of those cranberry scones, please, and one of the chocolate croissants.” “Excellent choice. Anything to drink? We just brewed a fresh pot of Earl Grey.” “Oh, how lovely. Yes, I’ll take a cup of that.” The clinking of china filled the brief silence. “Visiting, are you?” “Yes, just for the weekend. My aunt Millie insisted I come for the annual pie contest.” A knowing smile. “Your aunt makes a mean apple crumble pie.” “She does indeed. But I hear Mrs. Henderson has a secret blueberry recipe this year.” “Now, now, let’s not spread gossip. All in good fun, of course.”