The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of sugar and spices. The bakery was a cozy haven, its warm glow and cheerful decorations a haven from the chilly morning outside. "I'm telling you, it was a shock when I saw her name on the guest list. I hadn't seen her in years, not since the whole mess went down." "Which mess would that be? She's been in so many scandals over the years, it's hard to keep track." "This one was the worst. The one that got her kicked out of the garden club. I heard she was furious when she found out Margaret was getting the award for Best Garden in the County." "Furious? That's one way to put it. I heard she trashed the greenhouse in a fit of rage." "Good grief, no wonder she's been lying low for so long. But you'd think she'd have the sense to stay hidden now, especially with the festival coming up. There's no way she's going to win any prizes with that attitude." "Attitude? That's just the beginning. I heard she's been threatening to upstage the whole festival. Again."