Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

ecovered and laughed it off.
“Please forgive my husband. He’s just excited to meet you—he gets excited whenever
he’s around famous supermodels,” Kitty gushed apologetically.
Araminta moved along into the house, while Kitty shot daggers at her husband with her
eyes. “Don’t you know how to do a perfect Euro-fashionista triple-cheeked air kiss? You
almost gave her a concussion!”
Jack muttered under his breath, “Tell me why we’re doing this again?”
“Honey, we were specially chosen by Vogue China to host the most exclusive party of
Shanghai Fashion Week! This is the party all the most important lao wais *1 are attending!
Do you know how many people would sell their servants’ organs for this opportunity?
Please stop complaining.”
“What a waste of time…” Jack muttered under his breath.
“Waste of time? Do you even know who my friend is?”
“Some silly model.”
“She’s not just a model—she’s the wife of Colin Khoo.”
“No idea who that is.”
“Oh come on, he’s the heir to the Khoo empire of Singapore. And besides, Araminta is
also the only daughter of Peter Lee. I’m sure you know who that is—he was the first
Chinese billionaire in U.S. dollars.”
“Peter Lee’s old news. I’m worth exponentially more than him.”
“You may have more money, but the Lees have more influence. Don’t you realize I’m
introducing you to the most influential people in the world?”
“These people make clothes. How are they influential?”
“You have no idea. These people control the world. And the cream of Shanghai society
wants to be around them. Just think of who has showed up so far—Adele Deng, Stephanie
Shi. And now the First Lady is about to arrive—”
“And it looks like Mozart came with her.”
“Oh my God, that’s not Mozart, that’s Karl Lagerfeld. He’s a very, very, very important
man! He’s the Kaiser of fashion.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
“He is so powerful, he could simply flare one of his nostrils and have me banned from
Chanel forever and I might as well be dead. Please, please be polite.”
Jack snorted. “I’ll try not to fart in his general direction.”
After all the VVIP lao wais had been greeted, Kitty made her grand entrance into the
house while Jack fled to his screening room until it was time for dinner. (“As long as you
show up for my toast and tell Peng Liyuan how much you adore her singing at some point
during the banquet, I don’t care what else you do,” Kitty had told him.) The whole party
was actually an excuse for Kitty to show off the redesign of the house, and she stood on
the top step of the former great hall—which she had renamed the Salon Grande—
surveying the scene.