Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

husband, the Earl of Palliser, and the British ambassador. How stupid of him—of course
the earl would attend. His father, the Duke of Glencora, was great friends with Alfred
Shang.
Eagle-eyed Nancy T’sien leaned over and whispered to Oliver, “Who is that girl over
there?”
“Which girl?” Oliver asked, feigning ignorance.
“The pretty Chinese girl sitting with all those ang mors.” As the two of them looked at
Colette, she suddenly swept her hair aside, revealing an enormous jade butterfly brooch
pinned to her left shoulder. Oliver turned white as a sheet.
Nancy almost gasped, but she stopped herself. Instead, she said, “What an exquisite
brooch. Mummy, do you see that lady’s lovely jade brooch?” She tugged furiously at
Rosemary T’sien’s elbow.
“Oh. Yes,” Rosemary paused for a moment in recognition. “How lovely it is.”
Just then, Reverend Bo Lor Yong approached the pulpit and spoke too close to the
microphone. His voice came out booming: “Your Majesties, Highnesses, Excellencies, Mr.
President, ladies and gentlemen, may I present Shang Su Yi’s dearest grandson, Edison
Cheng, accompanied by the one and only…Lang Lang!”
The crowd murmured excitedly at the announcement of the celebrated pianist, and all
eyes were on the main altar as Lang Lang walked to the grand piano and began to play the
opening chords of a curiously familiar melody. The doors of the cathedral swung open,
and eight Gurkha guards from Tyersall Park stood silhouetted in the dramatic arched
entrance, bearing Su Yi’s casket on their shoulders. Captain Vikram Ghale was the lead
pallbearer, and as they slowly began to enter the nave of the cathedral, Eddie emerged
from the shadows of the transept and took his place in front of the piano, a lone spotlight
on him. As the guests in the church stood up respectfully, the casket made its way up the
central aisle as Eddie began to sing in a quivering tenor:
“It must have been cold there in my shadowwwwww,
to never have sunlight on your faaaaaaace…”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Nick muttered, burying his face in his hands.
“They cut your speech for this?” Rachel was furious and yet trying desperately not to
laugh.
“Did I ever tell you you’re my heeeee​eeeee​eero…” Eddie belted out, not quite hitting the
right pitch.
Victoria turned to Felicity with a frown. “What on earth?”
Felicity whispered to Astrid, “Do you know this hymn?”
“It’s not a hymn, Mum. It’s ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’ by Bette Midler.”
“Bet who?”
“Exactly. She’s a singer Ah Ma would never have heard of either.”