"A perfectly carved slice of lemon chiffon pie worked to hero the table. A singular lavender sprig rested upon the custard as a fragrant spouse. The sun emanated blinding gleams of yellow hues against the glossy finish; how divine it was to a saddened eye. The Italian vineyards existed insignificantly in the background as little could compare to the unostentatious beauty of this lonesome, hand-carved design."