Soft sunlight filtered through the lace curtains, casting a warm glow on the polished wooden counter. The aroma of fresh bread and sweet pastries filled the air, a comforting hug that welcomed the morning. Behind the counter, a glass display case showcased an array of treats, each a miniature work of art. "Morning! The usual?" "Please. And add one of those chocolate croissants. I deserve a treat." "Indeed, you do. Especially after last night's... excitement." "Excitement? That's one way to put it. I still can't believe someone stole Mrs. Harper's prize-winning peonies." "Shocking, isn't it? And right before the garden tour." "I wonder who could've done it. It's not like we have a black market for flowers here in Meadowgrove." "Well, there's a first time for everything. Here you go, one hazelnut coffee and a chocolate croissant. Let's hope the rest of the day is sweeter than the morning news." "Thanks. And who knows, maybe the culprit will slip up and we'll catch them red-handed. Preferably with a mouth full of petals." Laughter echoed through the bakery, as warm and comforting as the scent of fresh bread.