Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

why shouldn’t she have a Birkin bag in heaven?”
Carlton glanced at Scheherazade, marveling at how her hair seemed to glow the most
spectacular shades of gold against the rising flames. He took a deep breath, straightened
his jacket, and strolled over to where she was standing. “Je m’appelle Carlton. Je suis le
frère de Rachel. Ça va?”
“Ça va bien,” Scheherazade replied, impressed by his perfect French accent.
Breaking into English, Carlton said, “They don’t have anything quite like this in Paris,
do they?”
“No, they sure don’t,” she answered with a smile.
As the paper house and all the paper luxury accoutrements smoldered into black ashes,
the crowd began to make their way back into the house. Walking through the rose garden,
Mrs. Lee Yong Chien shook her head and leaned over to Lillian May Tan’s ear. “What did I
tell you? Su Yi’s body isn’t even cold yet, and the family is already up in smoke!”
“This is nothing. Things are going to get far worse when they find out who will get the
house,” Lillian May said, her eyes flashing in anticipation.
“I think they are in for the shock of their lives,” Mrs. Lee whispered back.
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A humongous, full-page color notice appeared in the obituary section of The Straits Times
for five consecutive days: