Casey and Sasha roll up to a swanky private event, both dressed to kill and dead set on snagging that sweet promotion back at the bakery. But once their rival desserts hit the table, the air gets thick enough to cut with a butter knife. A snark here, a jab there--next thing you know, éclairs are flying like bullets, cupcakes exploding on impact, and the client's pristine dining room looks like a frosted war zone. Just as the furious host storms in to chew them out, the two bakers pause mid-chaos, share one wicked look, and wordlessly agree--if she wants a taste of drama, she's about to get frosted.