After they had finished lunch, Neena insisted on giving Rachel a complete tour of Villa d’Oro’s other wing (which, not surprisingly, was done up in the baroque-on-crack style Rachel had gotten a whiff of earlier). Neena also proudly showed off her rose garden and the Canova sculpture they had recently installed there (thankfully spared the gold treatment). With the tour finally over, Peik Lin suggested that they head back to the hotel to relax over afternoon tea, since Rachel was still feeling a bit jet-lagged. “Your hotel serves a terrific high tea, with fabulous nyonya kueh.”*
“But I’m still full from lunch,” Rachel protested.
“Well, you’ll just have to get used to the Singaporean eating schedule. We eat five times a day here—breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner, and late-night supper.”
“God, I’m going to put on so much weight while I’m here.”
“No you won’t. That’s the one good thing about this heat—you’ll sweat it all out!”
“You might be right about that—I don’t know how you guys deal with this weather,” Rachel said. “I’ll have tea, but let’s find the coldest spot inside.”
They made themselves comfortable in the terrace café, which had a view of the pool but was blessedly air-conditioned. Smartly uniformed waiters walked by with trays bearing a selection of tea cakes, pastries, and nyonya delicacies.
“Mmmm … you need to try this kueh,” Peik Lin said, putting a slice of glutinous rice-and-coconut custard on Rachel’s plate. Rachel took a bite, finding the juxtaposition of subtly sweet custard with almost-savory sticky rice to be surprisingly addictive. She looked around at the bucolic garden, most of the deck chairs now occupied by guests asleep in the late-afternoon sun.
“I still can’t believe Colin’s family owns this hotel,” Rachel said, taking another bite of the kueh.
“Believe it, Rachel. And they own a lot more besides—hotels all over the world, commercial properties, banks, mining companies. The list goes on and on.”
“Colin seems so modest. I mean, we went to one of those outdoor food markets for dinner.”
“There’s nothing unusual about that. Everyone here loves the hawker centers. Remember, this is Asia, and first impressions can be deceiving. You know how most Asians hoard their money. The rich are even more extreme. Many of the wealthiest people here make an effort not to stand out, and most of the time, you would never know you were standing next to a billionaire.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but your family seems to enjoy their wealth.”
“My grandfather came over from China and started out as a bricklayer. He is a self-made man, and he’s instilled the same ‘work hard, play hard’ ethic in all of us. But come on, we’re not in the same league as the Khoos. The Khoos are crazy rich. They are always at the top of the Forbes ‘Asia Rich List.’ And you know that’s just the tip of the iceberg with these families. Forbes only reports on the assets they can verify, and these rich Asians are so secretive about their holdings. The richest families are always richer by billions than what Forbes estimates.”
A piercing electronic melody began to play. “What’s that sound?” Rachel asked, before realizing it was her new Singapore cell phone.
It was Nick calling. “Hey you,” she answered with a smile.
“Hey yourself! Having a nice afternoon catching up with your friend?”
“Absolutely. We’re back at the hotel enjoying high tea. What are you up to?”
“I’m standing here staring at Colin in his underwear.”
“WHAT did you say?”
Nick laughed. “I’m over at Colin’s. The tuxes just came in, and we’re having the tailor make some final adjustments.”
“Oh. How does yours look? Is it powder blue with ruffles?”
“You wish. No, it’s all rhinestones with gold piping. Hey, I completely forgot to tell you, but my grandmother always has the family over for dinner on Friday night. I know you’re still jet-lagged, but do you think you might be up for going?”
“Oh wow. Dinner at your grandmother’s?”
Peik Lin cocked her head at Rachel.
“Who all is going to be there?” Rachel asked.
“Probably just a handful of relatives. Most of my family are still out of the country. But Astrid will be there.”
Rachel was a little unsure. “Um, what do you think? Would you like me to come, or would you rather spend some time alone with your family first?”
“Of course not. I’d love you to come, but only if you’re up for it—I know it’s pretty short notice.”
Rachel looked at Peik Lin, deliberating. Was she ready to meet the family?