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Objective on sight. Proceeding to attack

Ahaha yes! They got the good stuff! Fancy cheeses, juicy fruits, the sweetest pastries, and is that a chocolate fountain??

Oh, he could die happily right now. Rich people have it too good. He is heavily considering shoving some of the cinnamon rolls under his hat. After this, he's definitely going to the drinks section and-

"Excuse me"

Ah!! Social interaction jumpscare!

"Ah, yes, hello, be right with you"

This is. Embarrasing. He quickly cleans his face and wears his anti-eye-contact hat for situations like this

"Could I have your invitation?"

"Ah, yes, yes, of course"

"Oh. I'm afraid you've gotten my husband's invitation as well"

"...Yes? Is there a problem with that?"

"Many.

First off, it doesn't specify the reason for this gathering. Secondly, I never approved his guest list, and thirdly, well, he wrote this like a complete lunatic."

"I see, that is unfortunate", He says calmly. At the same time, he is thinking

"AAAAAAAHHH I ATTENDED A PARTY WITHOUT BEING INVITED?? THIS IS THE WORST THIS IS THE WORST THIS WILL HAUNT ME FOR 30 TO 40 YEARS"

"Would it be better if I left then?"

"No need, getting here was such a hassle that it would be asinine to send anyone back.

While my guest list reached 150 people, it seems only my husband's invitations got sent. So, instead of the originally planned selected 150, we are 8 random people he handpicked to be here."

"Dont worry, this will not deter the original intent. Enjoy the party"

She leaves to some other room, so have some of the guests.