She speaks just above a whisper. She smells of cotton candy, icing sugar and marzipan. She has yet to gain any frown lines as she never frowned. When she walks, a subtle, light tinkling noise can be heard, like the shattering of a pure crystal vase 500 miles away. She has 92 pillows on her bed and wears cashmere and tulle. Rumour has it, they named "baby's breath" after her. This is, The Cupcake.