Royal Berry Cookie smoothed down his already immaculate wine-red vest, brow furrowed in a way that was more worried than regal. He paced the grand ballroom, his golden staff tapping a nervous rhythm on the polished floor. Outside, the Hollyberry Kingdom buzzed with an excited energy, but inside, Royal Berry Cookie was a whirlwind of anxious thoughts.

"Oh dear, oh dear," he muttered, adjusting his perfectly tied bowtie. "The ribbons… are they straight? And the berry tarts… did the chef ensure they were perfectly arranged? What if they spill? What if a guest is… disappointed?"