The Dowager Sultana pursed her lips again. "Really? I was not expecting to hear that at all. Most people tell me how much they love our beaches and our satay. So do you intend to put down some roots here?"
"Well, if I can find a palace as beautiful as yours, I'd be very tempted."
"Why thank you, but this is no palace. This is just a house."
"Kitty's husband, Jack Bing, is one of China's premier industrialists. So they are highly interested in investing in Malaysia."
"Well we do have such a wonderful relationship with China. And I do adore that First Lady of yours," the Dowager Sultana said, picking up a piece of ondeh ondeh with her fingers and chewing on it slowly.
"Oh, you've met her?" Kitty said excitedly, forgetting royal protocol again.
"Why yes. I gave her an audience at my palace in Perawak. What an accomplished woman, and what a voice! Now, tell me, Oliver, how has your dear grandmama been since I last saw her?"
"Her health is excellent, ma'am. But I must confess her spirits have been rather low lately. As you know, my great-aunt Su Yi's passing has affected her greatly."
Kitty, feeling bored, began to zone out on the photo of the sultana with Michelle Obama. She was trying to identify the designer of Michelle's red dress. Was it Isabel Toledo or Jason Wu? She felt sorry for the First Lady-that poor woman was obligated to only wear American designers.
The sultana continued to speak. "Ah yes, it was such a beautiful funeral. Did you not enjoy my son's eulogy to Su Yi?"
"It was remarkable. I did not know that the sultan spent a year living at Tyersall Park."
"Yes, when he was doing a special course at the National University of Singapore, Su Yi was kind enough to host him. I'm afraid he found the Malay embassy accommodations to be lacking, and he was much more at home at Tyersall. You do know his great-grandfather was the sultan who originally built it?"
"Forgive me, ma'am, I had forgotten. No wonder he would feel a kinship to the place. If I might venture to ask, was Su Yi ever conferred with a title?"
Kitty's ears suddenly pricked up.
"To my knowledge, she wasn't. I believe in the 1970s the Agong*-whoever it was back then, I've lost track-tried to honor her, but she graciously turned it down. She was already Lady Young, and never even used that title. Alamak, what would Su Yi need a title for? There was never any doubt of her position. I mean, she already had Tyersall Park. What more do you need?"
"That's quite true." Oliver nodded, stirring his tea.
"Tell me, Oliver, what is going to happen to that spectacular palace now?" the sultana asked, her brow furrowing.
"Oh it's anyone's guess. My cousins are entertaining an avalanche of offers. Every day I hear there's someone new coming in with an even higher bid. We're in the billions now."
"I'm not surprised at all. If I was younger, I might have considered it as a home in Singapore myself. Of course, it will never be the same without Su Yi, but whoever ends up living there will be tremendously fortunate."
Oliver sighed dramatically. "Sadly, though, I don't think that will happen. The house will surely be torn down."
"Oh my goodness, how can that be?" The sultana placed her hand to her chest in shock, showing off her fifty-eight-carat blue diamond ring. Kitty's eyes followed the solitaire like a cat distracted by a shiny toy.
"The land is far too valuable. All the developers that have put in bids have ambitious plans for Tyersall Park, and I don't believe that would include the old house."
"But what a travesty that would be! Tyersall Park is one of the most elegant estates in Southeast Asia. That rose garden, and the grand salon-such sophistication! Someone needs to rescue it from the greedy developers!"
"I couldn't agree more," Oliver said.
Kitty listened to them with fascination. This was the first time she had heard anything about this old house.
"Well, Oliver, surely you know someone who will want to buy the estate and maintain it to the same standards as Su Yi did? What about that new Chinese duchess whatshername who's moving to Singapore to save the chimpanzees? I met her at the funeral."
Kitty looked up from her tea in alarm.
"Um, you're referring to the Countess of Palliser?" Oliver said, glancing at Kitty uncomfortably.
"Yes, that one. Do you know her? She should buy the house. Then she would become the undisputed queen of Singapore!" the Dowager Sultana declared, popping another sweet coconut ball in her mouth.