“I’ll try to do better tomorrow while you’re having fun in Venice. Have a Bellini on me.”
“You’re not being fair. You know I promised to take this trip for the museum. We are trying to make some important things happen here for the good of Singapore. I spend most of my waking hours with Cassian all year and you are the one who travels eighty percent of the year.”
“Excuse me for working my ass off to ensure a future for my family. While you’re working ‘for the good of Singapore,’ everything I’m doing is for Cassian and you!”
“Michael, we’re not going to go hungry anytime soon, and you know that.”
Michael was silent for a long moment. “You know what the real problem is, Astrid? The problem is that you’ve never had to worry about money a single day in your life. You don’t realize how hard it is to make money—you blow your nose and money comes out! You’ve never understood the fear that normal people have. Well, I was motivated by that fear. And I built my own fortune out of it. I want to instill in my son that same fear. He is going to inherit a great deal of money one day, and he needs to know that he has to earn it. He has to have boundaries. Otherwise—he’s just going to end up like your brother Henry, or anyone of your pompous, entitled cousins who haven’t worked a day in their lives but feel like they own the world.”
“Now you’re just being mean, Michael. That’s an extremely unfair generalization.”
“You know I speak the truth. At the end of the day, your son made a decision to damage my car. Your son made the decision to use filthy language. And you just continue making excuses for him.”
“He’s only FIVE!” Astrid said, raising her voice.
“AND THAT’S MY POINT, HONEY! If we don’t correct his problems now, we’re never going to.”
Astrid sighed deeply. “Michael, I really don’t want to get into a big fight with you over this right now.”
“I don’t either. I want to get some sleep. Some of us have to work in the morning.”
With that, Michael hung up on her. Astrid put her phone back into her purse and leaned against the balustrade, feeling frustrated. The blue hour was upon the city, and the water began to shimmer in the reflection of the lights coming on in all the palazzos across the Grand Canal. This is ridiculous. I’ve just been standing at one of the most beautiful spots on the planet, getting into a long-distance argument over my son.
Domiella led a group of people out onto the terrace, and Astrid recognized her friend Grégoire L’Herme-Pierre among them.
“Astrid! I couldn’t believe it when Domiella told me you were here too! What are you doing in Venice? I didn’t know this art crowd was your thing,” Grégoire said, giving Astrid his usual Parisian quadruple kiss.
“I’m just soaking in the sights,” Astrid said distractedly, still trying to collect herself after the call.
“Of course. Now, surely you know my friends here—Pascal Pang and Isabel Wu of Hong Kong?”
Astrid greeted the chic couple. Pascal wore an immaculately tailored suit that had a slight iridescence, while Isabel was elegantly clad in a strapless black Christian Dior dress with a flared, knee-length skirt. Her hair was swept up into a Grecian chignon, and around her neck was a striking Michele Oka Doner gold necklace in the shape of palm fronds. Suddenly Astrid had a realization that the two of them weren’t a couple. Could this Isabel Wu standing in front of her be Charlie’s wife?
The lady caught Astrid’s flash of recognition, and said simply, “I know who you are.”
Grégoire chuckled. “See, it’s always such a small world when you’re around!”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you at last,” Astrid said to Isabel, adding, “Charlie told me all about your fund-raising efforts for M+ museum. I think it’s terrific what you’re doing. It’s high time Hong Kong has a world-class contemporary art space.”
“Thank you. Yes, I believe you saw Charlie recently, didn’t you?” Isabel asked.
“Yes. I am sorry you weren’t able to join us on our California road trip.”
Isabel paused, taken aback. California? She knew that Charlie had bumped into Astrid at the Pinnacle Ball, but she knew nothing about a road trip. “So, you had a nice time then?”
“Oh yes. We were planning on going to Sausalito, but then we decided on the spur of the moment to drive down the coast to Monterey and Big Sur.”
“Let me guess…did he take you to Post Ranch Inn for dinner?” she continued breezily.
“We went for lunch, actually. Heavenly there, isn’t it?”
“Yes, you could say that. Well, it was good to meet you at last, Astrid Leong.” Isabel turned to reenter the ballroom with Pascal, while Astrid remained on the balcony with Domiella and Grégoire. The summer heat still lingered in the soft evening breeze, and in the distance, the bells of the Basilica di San Marco began to peal.
Pascal suddenly reappeared on the balcony and said hurriedly to Grégoire, “Isabel needs to leave this instant. Are you staying or coming?”
“Is everything okay?” Astrid asked.
Pascal gave Astrid a glacial stare. “So nice of you to rub it in Isabel’s face like that.”