Of course! Here is a scene from a cozy mystery novel, set in a small town bakery: --- The purr of the oven greeted Eula as she set aside her wheelbarrow full of glittery, sparkling decorations. Her full apron was laden with the day's supply of sugar and icing to create a stunning masterpiece. Adroitly, she picked up a syringe and began to carefully pipe intricate draperies onto a three-tier cake stood innocently in the center of her workspace. "Good morning, Eula! Everything as immaculate as always, only, today, it's a bridal cake, isn't it?" an old lady garbed in a well-worn jacket and wrinkled blouse crooned from the entrance, her gaze roving around the bakery, taking in every little detail of the place. Helen, the old woman, had been a constant fixture in the town, often stopping by the bakery just when Eula began her work in the morning. "Indeed, the final product holds a lot of importance, Helen." Eula responded, not taking her eyes off her work. "But tell me, have you heard about the Carson family's mansion?" The tempo of Helen's words had quickened, her old, sharp eyes tearing up with a mixture of emotions that she couldn't voice. "Which one?" Eula inquired, trying to balance the buttercream in her hands. "My dear, the one where the body was discovered recently. They're throwing a gala tonight, the first one in years!" "Oh my," Eula exclaimed, momentarily shocked. "I had no idea about that." Helen looked at the bridal cake, which she had created just a few hours back. Her thoughts were buried in the past - in the Carson family and the unsavory rumors she had heard throughout the years. An old lady, she did remember well those who had been wronged by the Carstons, their sorrow tarnishing the small town's facade. Eula, however, was only fascinated. They hadn't spoken much about the Carson family's scandal in years, not with each other. But tonight, they would. ---