“Who is that woman talking to her right now? The one in the yellow head scarf, covered head to toe in diamonds!”
“Oh, that’s one of my Ah Ma’s old friends. I think she’s some sort of Malay princess.”
“Oooh, a princess? Take me to meet her now!” Kitty insisted, dragging Alistair away from the dessert tent.
In the gazebo, Alexandra noticed her son and that strumpet (she refused to call her his fiancée) walking intently toward her. Hiyah, were they actually on their way here? Did Alistair not have the sense to keep Kitty away from his grandmother, especially when she was receiving Mrs. Lee Yong Chien and the Sultana of Borneo?
“Astrid, it’s getting a bit crowded. Will you please tell the sultana’s bodyguards to make sure no one else is allowed in?” she whispered to her niece, her eyes darting frantically at Alistair and Kitty.
“Of course, Auntie Alix,” Astrid said.
As Alistair and Kitty approached the gazebo, three guards in crisp military dress uniforms blocked the steps in front of it. “Sorry, no more people allowed in,” a guard announced.
“Oh, but my family’s in there. That’s my mother and grandmother.” Alistair pointed, peering over the guard’s shoulder. He tried to catch his mother’s eye, but she seemed to be engrossed in conversation with her cousin Cassandra.
“Yoohoo!” Kitty cried out. She took off her huge polka-dotted straw hat and began waving it excitedly, jumping up and down. “Yoohoo, Mrs. Cheng!”
Alistair’s grandmother peered out and asked, “Who is that girl jumping about?”
Alexandra wished at that moment she had put an end to her son’s ridiculous romance when she’d had the chance.
“It’s nobody. Just someone trying to get a glimpse of Her Royal Highness,” Astrid cut in, gesturing toward the sultana.
“Is that Alistair with the jumping girl?” Su Yi asked, squinting her eyes.
“Trust me, Mummy, just ignore them,” Alexandra whispered nervously.
Cassandra decided that it would be far more amusing to throw a wrench into this little charade. “Aiyah, Koo Por,* that’s Alistair’s new girlfriend,” she said mischievously, as Alexandra glared at her in exasperation.
“The Hong Kong starlet you were telling me about, Cassandra? Let her in—I want to meet her,” Su Yi said. She turned to Mrs. Lee Yong Chien with a gleam in her eye. “My youngest grandson is dating some Hong Kong soap-opera actress.”
“An actress?” Mrs. Lee made a face, as Alistair and Kitty were allowed into the gazebo.
“Ah Ma, I want you to meet my fiancée, Kitty Pong,” Alistair boldly announced in Cantonese.
“Your fiancée? Nobody told me you got engaged,” Su Yi said, shooting her daughter a look of surprise. Alexandra couldn’t bear to make eye contact with her mother.
“So nice to meet you,” Kitty said in a perfunctory tone, utterly disinterested in Alistair’s elderly grandma. She turned to the sultana and dipped into a deep curtsey. “Your Honor, it is such a privilege to meet you!”
Cassandra turned away, trying to keep a straight face, while the other ladies glowered at Kitty.
“Wait a minute, are you the youngest sister in Many Splendid Things?” the sultana suddenly asked.
“Yes, she is,” Alistair proudly answered for her.
“Alamaaaaak, I love your show!” the sultana exclaimed. “My God, you’re so eeeeee-vil! Tell me, you didn’t really die in that tsunami, did you?”
Kitty grinned. “I’m not telling you—you’ll just have to wait for next season. Your Gracefulness, your jewels are magnificent. Is that diamond brooch real? It’s bigger than a golf ball!”
The sultana nodded her head in amusement. “It’s called the Star of Malaya.”
“Ooooh, can I touch it, Your Highness?” Kitty asked. Mrs. Lee Yong Chien was about to protest, but the sultana eagerly leaned forward.
“My God, feel the weight!” Kitty sighed, cupping the diamond in her palm. “How many carats?”
“One hundred and eighteen,” the sultana declared.
“One day, you’ll buy me something just like this, won’t you?” Kitty said to Alistair unabashedly. The other ladies were aghast.