Love's Whimsical Echo

Previously

…But as Elara walked home, a small, private smile played on her lips. She knew, deep down, that Sunny Meadow would never be quite the same. A little bit of magic, a lot of glitter, and a surprising amount of dancing had left their indelible mark. And Elara, the whimsical baker of disastrously creative cakes, knew that even in the most mundane of towns, there was always room for a little bit of whimsical echo. The glitter was gone, but the memory, and the laughter, would sparkle on.