Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

edroom: The entire ceiling had been installed with a mechanized mural depicting all the
constellations in the sky, and as a kid, Charlie would go to sleep every night staring at the
glowing ceiling of stars as they rotated daily according to the zodiac.
Today, he wasted no time in pulling Astrid onto the bed and smothering her with
kisses. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” Charlie said, kissing the tender
area right above her collarbone.
“Me too,” Astrid sighed, as she put her arms around him, feeling the ripple of muscles
down his back.
After spending some time making out, they lay entwined in each other’s arms, staring
up at the sparkling night sky together.
“I feel like a teenager again.” Astrid giggled. “Remember how you used to sneak me up
here after MYF *3 on Saturdays?”
“Yeah. I still feel like I’m doing something naughty having you in here right now.”
“The door’s wide open, Charlie. We haven’t done anything R-rated,” Astrid said with a
laugh.
“I’m so happy to see you in such a good mood,” Charlie said, running his fingers
through her hair.
“I feel like the storm’s finally lifted. You have no idea how amazing it felt to be in the
breakfast room yesterday when my grandmother came downstairs.”
“I can only imagine.”
“She made everyone look at my engagement ring. It’s like she was daring the rest of the
family to challenge us.”
“Your grandmother is one cool lady. I’m looking forward to seeing her tonight. She
invited my mum too, you know?”
“Really?” Astrid looked at him in surprise.
“Yeah, an engraved invitation was delivered this morning. My mother could hardly
believe it. She never thought the day would come that she would be invited to Tyersall
Park. I think she’s going to frame the card.”
“Well, it’s going to be quite a party. I can’t wait to see the looks on certain faces when I
walk into the drawing room with your mother!”
“Which ones?”
“Oh, you know, one or two of my aunties are snottier than others. And there’s one
cousin in particular who’s going to lose his shit!”
“Rico Suave, the Best Dressed Man in Hong Kong?” Charlie teased.
“Best Dressed Hall of Fame, he’ll tell you.” Astrid laughed. “Come on, let’s go back
downstairs before your mother thinks we’re doing something nasty up here.”
“I want her to think I’m doing something nasty.”
They got out of bed reluctantly, straightened their clothes, and strolled down the
gracious curving stairway hand in hand. Passing through the archway underneath the
staircase, they entered the grand living room, which was handsomely decorated in French