The bell above the bakery door jingled, a cheerful sound that contrasted with the serious mood inside. Over the scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the quaint shop, an exchange between two voices filled the air. "I still can't believe Mrs. Thompson didn't show up for her baking class yesterday." "It was her favorite one too, the 'Perfect Pastries' workshop. She never misses it." "Do you think something might have happened to her?" "Well, she did mention going to the antique shop on a tip about a rare biscuit mold." "But Mrs. Thompson always shares her finds with us. In fact, she said she found an exciting clue about that legendary family recipe she's been chasing." "The Preston Family Jam Cakes? That recipe's been lost for ages!" "Exactly! Something doesn't feel right about this." "Maybe we should pay a visit to the antique shop ourselves..." "And have a little chat with Mr. Whittaker?" The pair exchanged a knowing look, their concern for their absent friend growing into determination. "Yes, it's time to find out what's really going on."