Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

attention from herself. “Aiyah, Nancy, this is nothing. I don’t have much compared to
you. Look at your pearls! My goodness, I’ve never seen so many worn at the same time.”
She looks like a madwoman who just robbed Mikimoto.
Nancy fingered the enormous Sri Lankan sapphire-and-diamond clasp on her eightstrand
pearl necklace. “Oh these? I’ve had them for ages. I think Dickie bought these for
me when we were invited to Prince Abdullah of Jordan’s wedding to the beautiful Rania.
Of course, this was long before he knew he was going to be king.”
Overhearing the exchange, Oliver added, “I don’t think Abdullah ever expected it. His
uncle was supposed to be the next king, but Hussein bypassed him on his deathbed and
anointed his son the successor. It was a shock to everyone.”
Nancy sat back in her seat, wondering what shocks lay in store for her Young relatives.
What would become of all of Su Yi’s jewelry? Her collection was said to be unparalleled in
all of Asia, so there was surely going to be a battle royal over her treasures.
—
Sitting in the middle of her row, Astrid heard an urgent little ping from her cell phone.
She got out her phone discreetly and read the text message:
MICHAEL TEO: First u exclude my name from the Straits Times death notice, and now u bar me from sitting next to my
own son! Yur gonna pay for this.
Astrid began texting back furiously.
ASTRID LEONG: What are you talking about? My mother and uncle arranged the notice. I didn’t even know you were
coming.
MT: I’m not a monster. I liked your Ah Ma, ok?
AL: So where are you now? You’re going to be late!
MT: Already here. I’m sitting one row behind and across from u.
Astrid swiveled around and saw Michael seated across the aisle.
AL: Why are you over there?
MT: Don’t pretend u don’t know. Your father’s fucking bodyguards wouldn’t let me into your row!
AL: I promise you I had nothing to do with that. Come join us now.
Michael stood up, but before he could leave his pew, a cluster of guests walking up the
aisle blocked him from moving. Instead, they were being directed into his row, and a lady
wearing a chic dark gray silk shantung dress with a silver gray frayed bouclé topper coat
and black gloves was ushered into the seat next to him.
Astrid’s jaw dropped. She spun around and faced Oliver, who was seated just behind
her. “Am I hallucinating, or is that who I think it is over there in head-to-toe Chanel
couture?”
Oliver turned and saw the lady who had just taken the seat on the aisle opposite from
him. “Holy Anita Sarawak!” he muttered under his breath. It was Colette, sitting with her