GRAB SOMETHING TO EAT BEFORE BRUNCH.
It’s probably for the best, anyway. You never know how much YOUR PERFECTLY MANICURED SCHEDULE might deem appropriate for a YOUNG HEIRESS to be seen eating. Going off of past experience, you’ve often been served JUST SLIGHTLY LESS than you like during IMPORTANT EVENTS. After all, eating too much is UNLADYLIKE, and you must always be free to entertain ESTEEMED GUESTS.
(Yes, this also goes for PRACTICE BRUNCH. In fact, you'd be rather surprised if you got more than some butter toast, a choice cut of sausage, and a glass of orange juice.)
Fortunately, being seen in the kitchen is not a HOUSEHOLD CRIME. It’s only normal for you, THE EVER DUTIFUL DAUGHTER, to check in on the state of the kitchen on the day of such an important event.
(Regardless of what your true intentions are. If this family has taught you anything, it's that images matter more than intent.)
It is also completely reasonable for you to, PERHAPS, do a minor taste test on some of the pastries that have been prepared for the BUFFET TABLE that will be available before the MAIN EVENT.
Mm. Eclairs. Your long time dietary nemesis. So sweet. So decadent. (So much fat.)
Well, it is a PARTY, is it not? There would even be a chocolate fountain later. No harm in eating just one.
Or two.
(Alright kid, you can stop now.)
You take a moment to be thankful for being so WELL TRAINED in the art of self control. You were almost on the precipice of CREAMY CHOCOLATEY OBLIVION. It would have been a dark but tasty road indeed.
You leave the kitchen with a slightly more settled stomach, and the comforting experience of chocolate steels your nerves.
You arrive in the BREAKFAST HALL at 8:45 PRECISELY. Your parents, PRESTON AND PRISCILLA NORTHWEST, are standing by the table as they review tonight’s GUESTBOOK.
>[“Good morning.”]
>[“Hello, mother.”]
>[“Hello, father.”]
>["Greetings, parental units."]
>[“Any changes to tonight’s preparations?”]
>["When will guests be arriving?"]