Run: 2026-05-10-01KR91RECVK16Y4G3Z8XE87CCA

The scent of cinnamon and warm yeast clung to the air, mingling with the floral notes of a fresh bouquet of peonies on the counter. Outside, the cobblestone streets of Willow Creek were dusting with a light autumn rain. "I’m telling you, the icing was far too blue." "It’s a celebration cake, Martha. It’s supposed to be vibrant." "There is a difference between vibrant and radioactive. It practically glowed under the parlor lights." "It was a custom request. The client wanted 'Electric Azure.'" "Well, the client has questionable taste. And besides, did you notice how Mrs. Higgins looked at it? She didn't touch a single slice." "Maybe she was just full from the finger sandwiches." "Or maybe she suspected it was poisoned. I saw her whispering to the vicar right after the toast." "You have a flair for the dramatic that borders on the exhausted." "It’s not drama when there’s a suspicious amount of almond extract involved." "It’s a wedding cake, not a crime scene." "In this town, dear, they are often one and the same."