One, that his childhood home looks like a palace; two, that he grew up riding in more private planes than cars; and three, that he just happens to be the country’s most eligible bachelor. The glamorous guests, she couldn’t help noticing, appeared completely at ease lounging on the shantung silk ottomans while a retinue of white-gloved servants circulated with trays of cocktails. Rachel decided to greet her in Mandarin, but before Nick could make proper introductions, she bowed her head nervously and said, “It is such a pleasure to meet you. “Cassian, say hi to Auntie Rachel.” The child stared at Rachel, then buried his head into his mother’s shoulder. “She has been with our family since 1948.” “Wah, nay gor nuay pang yau gum laeng, ah! ” Ling Cheh commented, grasping Rachel’s hand gently. Astrid quickly translated: “Ling Cheh just teased Nick about how pretty his lady friend is.” Then she whispered to Rachel, “She also ordered him to marry you soon! A buffet supper had been set up in the conservatory, an elliptical-shaped room with frescoed walls of Chinese mountainscapes. Little tarts filled with jicama, carrots, and shrimp. Rachel looked around and saw a dapper man in a white linen suit. Rachel Chu, of Cupertino, Palo Alto, Chicago, and Manhattan. She’s the granddaughter of Ling Yin Chao.” “Who’s that?On Nick’s arm, Rachel may as well have a target on her back the second she steps off the plane, and soon, her relaxed vacation turns into an obstacle course of old money, new money, nosy relatives, and scheming social climbers. “Here comes my cousin Astrid’s mother,” Nick muttered. Thank you for inviting me to your beautiful home.” The woman looked at her quizzically and replied slowly in Mandarin, “It is a pleasure to meet you, too, but you are mistaken; this is not my house.” “Rachel, this is my great-aunt Rosemary,” Nick explained hurriedly. “So,” she continued, “how are you finding Singapore so far? Three enormous tables gleamed with silver chafing dishes, one offering Thai delicacies, another Malaysian cuisine, and the last classic Chinese dishes. He bowed in a courtly manner and introduced himself. I’m Oliver T’sien, Nick’s cousin.” Yet another Chinese relative with a British accent, but his sounded even plummier than the rest. ” “He was one of Asia’s most revered philanthropists. Not that Jacqueline is following in his footsteps, unless you consider her donations in aid of Manolo Blahnik.” Rachel laughed, as both of them noticed that Jacqueline had one hand on Nick’s arm. “I was worried you’d gotten lost,” he said, opening the car door. “For some strange reason, your grandmother’s house didn’t show up on my GPS,” said Peik Lin, who prided herself on knowing every street in Singapore. “Peik Lin—thanks so much for giving Rachel a lift.” “Of course,” Peik Lin murmured, rather stunned by her surroundings. “Since she was a young girl.” What Peik Lin really wanted to ask was, Who on earth is your grandmother? “Everyone’s upstairs in the living room,” Nick said, leading Rachel toward a carved-stone staircase. I never dared go near the foyer at night,” Nick said. It’s just a big house.” “Nick, where I come from, this is a palace,” Rachel said, gazing up at the cast-iron-and-glass cupola soaring above them. ” As the guests began to head back in, Nick pulled Rachel aside. Nick led her through a long passage into an enclosed courtyard that was open to the sky. It was as if they had stumbled onto a secret cloister deep within a Moorish palace. Hilarious.”—Janet Maslin, The New York Times “It’s impossible not to get sucked into this satirical novel about the jet-setting lives of an enormous busybody family and its infinite Louboutin collection.”—Glamour “There’s rich, there’s filthy rich, and then there’s crazy rich. Yet, even though one feels for Rachel, there's a point--right about at the spot where one of her new girlfriends is showing off the yoga studio inside daddy's new jet--that one gets the feeling that Ho Chi Minh might have had a point after all. As Peik Lin’s car approached the porte cochere of Tyersall Park, Nicholas Young bounded down the front steps. Then, to her amazement, a tall, spindly Indian man standing next to a table clustered with pots of enormous white-and-purple phalaenopsis orchids bowed ceremoniously to her. “It used to scare the hell out of me when I was little. “Yes, until I was about seven.” “You never told me you lived in a palace.” “This isn’t a palace. Why, even your great-grandfather went mad for Art Deco when he could have snapped up all the imperial treasures coming out of China.” Just then someone announced, “The tan huas are coming into bloom!The acclaimed international bestseller ("A dizzily shopaholic comedy." The New York Times) soon to be a MAJOR MOTION PICTURE starring Constance Wu, Henry Golding, Michelle Yeoh and Gemma Chan! The “living room,” as Nick so modestly called it, was a gallery that ran along the entire northern end of the house, with Art Deco divans, wicker club chairs, and ottomans casually grouped into intimate seating areas. The next half hour was a blur of nonstop greetings, as Rachel was introduced to aunties and uncles and cousins, the distinguished though diminutive Thai ambassador, and the sultan of some unpronounceable Malay state, along with his two wives in bejeweled head scarves. Long stems sprouted from the edges of the leaves, curving until they formed huge bulbs. Oliver stood by the flowers, scrutinizing one of the bulbs closely. An old family friend.” Rachel stared at Jacqueline’s ballerina-like figure, shown to great advantage by the pale yellow halter top and palazzo pants that she wore with a pair of silver stilettos. ” “Widowed once, almost married a British marquess, and since then she’s been the companion of a Norwegian tycoon.When New Yorker Rachel Chu agrees to spend the summer in Singapore with her boyfriend, Nicholas Young, she envisions a humble family home and quality The acclaimed international bestseller ("A dizzily shopaholic comedy." The New York Times) soon to be a MAJOR MOTION PICTURE starring Constance Wu, Henry Golding, Michelle Yeoh and Gemma Chan! A row of tall plantation doors opened onto a veranda, inviting a view of verdant parklands and the scent of night-blooming jasmine into the room. One woman seemed to command the attention of the room. overwhelming.” “I can only imagine,” Astrid said with a knowing glint in her eye. An elderly woman in a white cheongsam top and black silk trousers was playing a small silver xylophone by the stairs. “Come, let’s eat.” The crowd began to make a beeline for the stairs, passing the woman with the xylophone. “You know, it’s considered to be very auspicious to witness tan huas blooming in the night,” he said. There’s a story I heard as a child: Jacqueline’s beauty was so legendary that when she visited Hong Kong for the first time in the sixties, her arrival attracted a throng of spectators, as if she were Elizabeth Taylor.
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