Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

“We’re attracting royalty already! Maybe the Countess of Palliser will hire it out for her
next big gala,” Rachel said with a slightly naughty smile.
“How is she doing, by the way?” Araminta asked Kitty. Everyone knew that Colette had
been the victim of a horrendous freak accident at her Save the Orangutans Proust Ball last
year at the historic Goodwood Park Hotel. Colette had insisted on re-creating the space to
look exactly like the French château where the original Proust Ball took place in 1971,
complete with authentic 1971 lighting. In the middle of her speech, the electrical wiring
on the 1970s lamp at her podium had short-circuited, and it would have been fine if
Colette hadn’t been wearing her multimillion-dollar Giambattista Valli gown plated with
eight hundred eighteen-carat rose gold disks.
“From what her father tells me, she’s getting better every day. She’s still in that
wonderful facility in England, and she can speak without dribbling now, but it will be
some time before she can make it to Sumatra again,” Kitty said sweetly.
Harvard tugged at her sleeve. “Mother, I’m getting hungry.”
“Okay honey,” Kitty said. She walked with him to a quiet corner of the woods, undid the
specially designed bodice on her strapless black Raf Simons jumpsuit, and took out her
left breast. Kitty had become a staunch believer in attachment parenting, and as her son
sucked happily on her nipple, she admired all the hauntingly lit ancient Buddha heads
staring back at her, feeling extremely pleased with her one decorating suggestion. All
these Buddhas would surely bring this place good karma.
On the other side of the garden, Nick and Rachel were taking a walk to see how the new
development was coming along. “It’s unbelievable how fast they’ve worked,” Nick
remarked as he peeked into one of the bungalows.
“Yeah, when we were back last Christmas, this was all one giant construction site, and
now these beautiful little villas have appeared, looking like they’ve been here forever!”
Rachel said admiringly as she fondled the ivy creeping along one of the reclaimed stone
walls.
“You know, none of this would have happened without you. You’re the one who came
up with the idea of putting Peik Lin, Alistair, Colin, and Araminta together to create this
dream team, and look what they’ve achieved. In one year, they’ve created this whole ecovillage
and Araminta even had time to have a baby! Isn’t Auberon a cutie?”
“He’s adorable.” Rachel paused for a moment, as if deciding whether to say something.
“I’m so happy she had her baby now…because he’s going to be the perfect playmate for
ours.”
Nick looked at his wife with eyes huge as saucers. “Are you saying what I think you’re
saying?”
Rachel nodded, with a smile.
Nick hugged her excitedly. “When? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was waiting for the right moment. I took the test a couple of days ago—I’m about six
weeks along.”
“Six weeks!” Nick sank down on a carved stone bench outside the villa. “Jesus, my head