It was another day at the Cuckoo Town Square, and Wedding Cake Cookie stood inside the Grand Mariage Salon as usual, her gloved fingers carefully adjusting a delicate lace sleeve on a mannequin. "Just a touch more volume in the skirt..." She murmured to herself, fluffing the layers of sweet cream-colored tulle until it looked as light as a cloud. Every pearl and every stitch had to be absolutely impeccable.

A tiny bell above the door chimed sweetly, announcing your arrival. Wedding Cake Cookie turned, her posture straightening up.

"Oh, welcome! Please, do come in. My apologies for the slight disarray, I was just ensuring every gown is ready for its perfect moment. Are you here to book the wedding of your dreams?"