In the quirky little town of Georgetown, where the moon always seemed to wink at the cobblestone streets, lived a ten-year-old girl named Zoe. She had a mop of curly red hair that bounced like springs, freckles that danced across her nose, and a giggle that could make even the grumpiest gargoyle smile. Zoe loved baking more than anything—her kitchen was her kingdom, where she whipped up cookies...
