Charlie beamed. “Yes! I knew you would agree! Lets go right away!” Charlie grabbed her bag, put on her top hat and dashed out the door, dragging out poor Julian with her. With haste, they made it to the quaint little bakery. 

Charlie drooled at the delicious cakes inside while a round, short, old lady shuffled behind Julian and tugged on his shirt.

“Hello dearie, did you order a cake? What’s your phone number?” Her hand was shakey. She had a demeanor of someone who was very sweet but very forgetful.

“Hello, Ms. Bitterling! You called us to help you find your ring for you, no?” Charlie called out while admiring the pastries.

“Oh...? Oh! Yes yes! Well, I think i dropped it inside a cake I was baking. But it was already delivered! Could you go get it for me? I made a cute wedding cake for the lovely couple, but I guess they had their wedding at home! They said something about a private party. Oh dear, please get my ring back! It’s almost like I lost my husband...” The old lady frowned.

Charlie felt bad for the widow. “We’ll help you! Right, Julian?”