The scent of freshly baked croissants wafted through the small town bakery, mingling with the hum of conversation. Behind the counter, a tray of golden brown scones cooled on a rack, releasing a gentle aroma that made mouths water. "I'm telling you, it's not a burglary that's the concern. It's the gossip mill spinning into overdrive." A soft clink of silverware on a ceramic plate accompanied the words. "Ah, you mean the Langley's drama again? Their niece is dating the wrong person for their taste, of course." A patron placed an order, "May I have a loaf of whole wheat bread, please?" "That's just the tip of the iceberg. There's whispers of infidelity, and now Mrs. Langley's threatening to cut Agnes off from the family charity. I heard it straight from her mouth, sipping tea at the Village Circle yesterday." "Infidelity, you say? Which Langley's involved this time?" The bakery owner, hands moving swiftly as she wrapped a generous slice of quiche, asked the question without looking up.