The expensive guess
Every birthday has a moment when a number must be real. The cake order, the caterer's cut-off, the venue's final count. Hosts usually meet that moment with an estimate built from read receipts and optimism, then discover the truth at the door. Thirty expected in your head, forty in the room โ or the reverse, with a table of ten sitting empty in full view of the guest of honour.
An RSVP page moves the number earlier. Guests confirm on the invitation, their answer recorded against their name, and the count grows while there is still time to act on it. The caterer gets a list of names instead of a hopeful round number.