Rich People Problems (Crazy Rich Asians #3)(79)

"Kitty!" Wandi screamed from across the room, as the two ladies ran to hug as though they hadn't just seen each other yesterday.

"What are you doing here?" Kitty asked excitedly.

"Joey's my cousin. I always get invited to these dinners because Yolanda needs me to sit beside him to keep him awake. Look at you! I love the new hairstyle. You look like Emma Thompson! How did the shoot go today?"

"It was fantastic. I couldn't be happier."

"Well I'm so happy to see you here! We're going to have such a good time! You know, Joan Roca i Fontané is the celebrity chef tonight. He has the top restaurant in the world right now-El Celler de Can Roca. It's so hard to get a reservation, you have to murder someone to get on the list. I wonder who else Yolanda invited? Oh look who's here-it's the First Lady of Singapore!"

Kitty looked over and saw Oliver greeting the First Lady as if they were both embarrassed to be seeing each other at the party.

"You are among the crème de la crème of Singapore now, Kitty. These parties are so exclusive that no photographers are ever allowed," Wandi said, just as a roving photographer dressed in a black tuxedo flashed his camera at them.

"That's Yolanda's personal documentarian. It's not for the public," Wandi quickly explained. "Oh look, here come the footmen-this means we are adjourning to the dining room!"

A set of grand double doors were opened, and as Kitty walked through the arched doors, her eyes widened in wonder. She felt as if she had been transported back to a royal banquet in eighteenth-century France. The room was a mirrored chamber decorated with baroque gold boiseries, gilt bronze mirrors stretching from floor to ceiling, and dozens of candlelit crystal chandeliers. An immense dining table that seated thirty stretched along the middle of the room, heaving with Meissen china, gilt silverware, and towering gold birdcage centerpieces filled with white doves. The room sparkled under the light of thousands of candles, and footmen with powdered white wigs and dressed in black-and-gold livery stood behind every Amiens tapestry-covered chair.

"Hashtag madamedefuckingpompadour!" Oliver muttered under his breath.

"Yolanda had this dining room rescued from an old crumbling palace in Hungary and transported here piece by piece. It took three years to restore it to its former glory," Wandi proudly announced. 

"Can we do this at my house? Find an old palace and transport the dining room over?" Kitty whispered to Oliver.

Oliver cast Kitty a disapproving look. "Absolutely not! Alexis de Redé would be projectile vomiting in his grave if he saw this travesty."

Kitty didn't have a clue what he meant, but she was only too thrilled to be shown to her seat by a handsome footman, where her place card was a small antique gilt mirror with her name etched in glass. As she was about to sit down, the man beside her grabbed her arm. "Madame, not yet. We don't sit until the First Lady has been seated. Yolanda follows the official court protocols here," he said in a Scandinavian accent.

"Oh, sorry, I had no idea," Kitty said. She stood by her seat, watching everyone stand at their places. Finally, the butler standing by the double doors announced, "The Honorable First Lady of the Republic of Singapore!"

The First Lady entered and was shown to her seat. Kitty's five-inch Gianvito Rossi heels were beginning to kill her and she couldn't wait to sit down, but the First Lady perplexingly remained standing by her seat near the head of the table. Why the fuck was everyone still standing?

The butler entered the room again and called out in a booming voice, "The Earl and Countess of Palliser!"

Kitty's eyes widened in shock as a tall blond man entered the room, dressed casually in a button-down shirt, khaki chinos, and a rumpled navy blazer. By his side was Colette, dressed in a long white cotton eyelet dress with her hair pulled into a casual ponytail. She didn't appear to be wearing any makeup, and her only jewelry was a pair of pearl-and-coral drop earrings.

After reacting to the shock of seeing her nemesis in Singapore, Kitty wanted to laugh out loud at how inappropriately Colette was dressed. This stepdaughter of hers was a complete disgrace. Did Colette even know where she was?

And then, to Kitty's horror, the First Lady of Singapore performed a deep curtsy. Yolanda Amanjiwo and all the other guests in the room quickly followed suit-the men bowing low and the women dropping curtsies as the Earl and Countess of Palliser were led to the place of honor.





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* Don't quote me on this, but I believe a goondu is the Malay cousin of a goondusamy (India), which is in turn distantly related to a goombah (Jersey Shore and certain suburbs of Long Island).