Gwen always woke up early enough to do her morning swim in her family's indoor pool. After taking a shower and getting dressed for school, she went downstairs into the dining room. No one was there except her. It wasn't the first time. Her mother was from Europe and never woke up until between 9 and 10 am. Her father would already be at work. Gwen use to eat with her brothers and their governesses, but times had changed. Her governess, Elenore, was now working for another family. This had happened since Gwen entered high school. She missed Elenore dreadfully for she had been the only person Gwen could confined too. Her eldest brother Henry Mayberry IV, was working with her father now that he was out of college. Her other older brother William was now getting his doctorate out of state. Gwen was tired of eating alone.
One of the doors opened, and the house steward (butler), Johnson, came in.
"Good morning miss, are you ready for breakfast this morning?" he asked.
"Actually Johnson, I think I might go out for breakfast today. Have any suggestions?"
This caught Johnson a bit off guard, but he didn't show it thanks to years of experience.
"I had heard there's a new cafe near your school Miss Gwendolyn. There have been good reviews coming from it." he said.
"Lovely, can you fetch me the address so I can find it on my GPS than?"
"Right away miss."
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So with the address, she got in her 2012 Bentley Flying Spur car and drove off.
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The one good thing about being over the age of 16 was now she could drive herself anywhere. Before she had to be driven by someone else in one of the family cars. Most of the time is was in a Rolls Royce or worse, the family limo. She sometimes hated all the attention they got, but it came with the property. At least with her driving she could some independence.
Soon she arrived at the place and parked. Looking at the sign, she couldn't help but smile. The place sounded charming. So taking a deep breath, Gwen put on a smile grin before opening the door. Walking in, anyone with a trained eye would have known right off she was a wealthy person. Not just by the clothes she was wearing, but with the way she handled herself. Years of under strict guidance from etiquette teachers made sure of that. Also, she took ballet classes as well for her mother raised her to be an elegant young lady and future wife for the one her parents betrothed her too. Thinking of that brought a damper to her mood, but she never showed it. Looking around she saw the different sections. Well, technically she wasn't single, but she had yet to meet her future fiancee. Still, something had her feet walking to the singles' section and sat down, waiting patiently to be waited upon.