The sweet aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air as the morning sun streamed through the bakery's large windows. A soft murmur of conversation filled the cozy shop, the sound of mixing bowls and ovens providing a gentle background hum. "We're going to get a lot of visitors this weekend," said one voice, a hint of excitement in her tone. "The festival is just four days away and everyone's been talking about the new cupcake tower display." "I know, it's going to be a madhouse," the other voice replied, measuring out a bag of flour with a gentle clink of the spoon. "I've got my fingers crossed that Ruby's famous brownies will be a hit this year." "Don't worry, she's been practicing her frosting technique and I'm sure they'll be perfection as always," the first voice said with a warm smile. "Speaking of which, have you seen Emma's new cookbook? I heard it's all about sweet treats using locally sourced ingredients." The baker's hands moved deftly as she slid a tray of golden-brown éclairs into the window display case, the sizzle of the pastry bag a soothing accompaniment to their conversation.