The heavenly aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the cozy bakery, mingling with the soft hum of the mixers and the gentle chatter of the patrons. A tall, slender figure with flour-dusted hair and a bright smile expertly piped a border of icing onto a batch of chocolate cupcakes. "Oh, Emily, these look divine," a cheerful voice chimed in, drawing attention to the perpetrator of the glaze-gun wielding. A petite woman with curly brown hair and a messy apron looked up from arranging a tray of sugar cookies, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "I knew the perfect purple for this batch," Emily said, holding up the cupcake for a closer examination. "It's been a challenge, but Lily Hall just loves a good purple." "Purple's perfect for weddings and anniversaries, isn't it?" a low, smooth voice commented, slipping into the shadows at the back of the bakery. "We do have a Valentine's Day brunch this weekend, after all." Emily followed the speaker's gaze, noticing the nervous flitting about of the usually composed wedding coordinator, Hazel Reed. "Actually, I'm thinking maybe pastel pink?" Emily said, reevaluating the icing job on a particularly gaudy tray of elephant-shaped marshmallow treats.