Ms. Btterling smiled. “Well, the cinnamon rolls are 3 pounds per roll. Eight for 3.” Before she continued, she sat on a stool and sighed.

“It was my fault for being so clumsy. I looked all over the kitchen, the house, and the shop but my ring wasn’t anywhere. The couple that came in were already in their wedding garbs. It looked like they had already gotten married. They told me that their original cake was ruined and they needed another one as soon as possible. I agreed to help them so I made a simple white cake with light blue frosting, to match the brides eyes. They were the only ones to come in that day, and after I made the cake, my ring was gone!”

Ms. Bitterling sighed. “My ring is nothing but a gold band. My husband and my names are carved inside it with the word “love” in the middle. There is nothing else to it, but its the most precious thing I own. Please get it back.”

Charlie finally stuck her head out of the macaron display and smiled. “No problem! We can solve anything! Lets go right now! Oh wait, where do they live?” She asked sheepishly. Ms. Bitterling sighed and handed her a paper with the address. 

“Of course, its on the other side of the dome... Welp, we better get walking! Thanks Miss! The next time we see you we’ll be giving you your ring back! Bye Bye!” Charlie burst out of the bakery and made her way to the newly wed’s house.