The sweet scent of freshly baked croissants wafted through the small town bakery as the morning sun streamed through the windows. The display case was a colorful array of pastries, and the sound of sizzling bacon floated from the kitchen. "Aren't you worried about the Pritchett's Peach Bake-Off being canceled?" a voice said, eyes scanning the bakery's social media page on their phone. The bakery owner, a stout woman with a warm smile, wiped her hands on her apron and set a tray of golden-brown scones on the counter. "I doubt it. The town council would never cancel the peach bake-off. It brings in too much revenue." "But what about the rumor about the competition being rigged?" The voice raised an eyebrow. "I overheard Lady Victoria arguing with the organizer last week." The bakery owner's expression turned thoughtful. "That's just gossip. Lady Victoria's been involved with the bake-off committee for years. If she thought it was rigged, she'd have spoken up long ago." She stacked a few boxes of muffins into a basket. "Besides, I have my own peach recipe perfect for the competition. I'm going to take home first prize this year." The voice whistled softly. "You think you can beat Agatha's Peach Cream Pie?"