The sweet aroma of fresh-baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of small-town chatter. Behind the counter, a towering display of colorful cupcakes seemed to lean in, as if listening to the conversation. "I heard the Wilsons are having some kind of big blowout party tonight." "Oh yeah? What's the occasion?" "Rumor has it, their son is getting engaged." "To who?" "Some girl from the city. I heard she's a real piece of work. Thinks she's too good for our little town." "Pfft, city folk always think they're better than us small-towners." "I know, right? I bet she's never even had a proper slice of apple pie." "Ha! Like she'd know the difference. So, you going to the party?" "Nah, I wasn't invited. How about you?" "No way, I'd rather stick needles in my eyes. Besides, I have a feeling it's going to be a real zoo. Mark my words, there'll be drama."