Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HHJBXWJEPSEM33A9Z8THZ

“It’s the third time this week. Third time!” “Keep your voice down. The scones are listening.” “I don’t care who hears. That tart of a florist has been flouncing past my window every morning, and now my prized petunias are gone. Dug right up. Roots and all.” “You think she took them? For her shop?” “Who else? She’s been eyeing my garden since the spring fête. And her hydrangeas are an absolute disgrace—everyone knows it.” “But she wouldn’t… not over flowers.” “Flowers! You say that like it’s nothing. Those were my grandmother’s petunias. Cuttings from her own mother. And the day after I refused to sell her my secret recipe for lavender shortbread, poof—gone. Coincidence?” A pause. The clink of a cup on a saucer. “You’re not suggesting she’s sabotaging your bake sale?” “I’m suggesting she’s after more than my petunias. That woman wants the prize for Best in Show. And she’ll do anything to get it—even if it means digging up my past.” “Now you sound like one of those mystery novels you’re always reading.” “Maybe so. But you mark my words… there’s something sour in that buttercream of hers.”