Scribd
Upload
2K views19 pages

21st Century

Bettina Ortiz y Meña, a former beauty queen and now wife of a wealthy businessman, arrives at her favorite restaurant Sip Sip wanting her usual corner table with a view of the water. However, a large tourist group has taken over the entire terrace area. After waiting impatiently, Bettina confronts the chef and is told the group includes a Duke. Though initially unimpressed by titles, Bettina takes a second look at the group and notices bodyguards watching over the Duke and his party.

Uploaded by

Ariella Malata
Copyright
© © All Rights Reserved
We take content rights seriously. If you suspect this is your content, claim it here.
Available Formats
Download as PPTX, PDF, TXT or read online on Scribd
2K views19 pages

21st Century

Bettina Ortiz y Meña, a former beauty queen and now wife of a wealthy businessman, arrives at her favorite restaurant Sip Sip wanting her usual corner table with a view of the water. However, a large tourist group has taken over the entire terrace area. After waiting impatiently, Bettina confronts the chef and is told the group includes a Duke. Though initially unimpressed by titles, Bettina takes a second look at the group and notices bodyguards watching over the Duke and his party.

Uploaded by

Ariella Malata
Copyright
© © All Rights Reserved
We take content rights seriously. If you suspect this is your content, claim it here.
Available Formats
Download as PPTX, PDF, TXT or read online on Scribd
You are on page 1/ 19

A Digital Picture Story

RICH
PEOPLE
PROBLEMS

 An Excerpt By Kevin Kwan


Bettina Ortiz y Meña was not accustomed to waiting. A former Miss Venezuela and Miss Universse runner-up.
She is now the wife of Miami auto-parts tycoon, Herman Ortiz y Meña.
At every restaurant she choose to grace with her presence, she was always greeted with reverence
and whisked to the exact table she desired.
Today, she wanted the corner table on the terrace at Sip Sip, her favorite lunch spot on Harbor Island.
She wanted to sit on one of the comfy orange chairs and stare out at the gently lapping turquoise
waters while eating her Kale Caesar salad.
But there was a large noise group taking up the entire terrace they didn't seem in hurry to leave.
Bettina fumed as she glared at the tourists happily savoring their lunch in the sun. Look how
tacky they were.
The women overly tanned, wrinkled and saggy, none of them properly lifted or
botoxed.
And the men were even worse. All dressed in all rumpled shirts and shorts, wearing
those cheap straw hats. Why did such people have to come here?
Feeling that she had been patient long enough, Bettina stormed into the kitchen.
The fridge on her crocheted Pucci caftan top shaking furiously as she made a beeline for the women with a
shock of pixie-cut blonde hair manning the main stove.

Julie, honey, what's


the dealio? I've
waited more than
fifteen minutes for
my table!
Sorry, Bettina, it's been
one of those days. The
party of twelve on the
terrace showed up first
just before you did.
But the terrace is
your prime spot!
Why on earth did
you let those tourists
take up all the space?
Well, the tourist in red fishing cap
is the Duke of Glencora. His party
is just boated over from
Windermere- that's his R Huisman
you see moored off the coast. Isn't
it the most handsome sailboat
you've ever seen?
Bettina huffled, although secretly, she was rather impressed by people with big title.

I'm not
impressed by
big boats.
From the kitchen window, she surveyed the party assemble on the terrace with new eyes. These
aristo British types were such a strange breed.
Sure, they had their Savile Row suits and their heirloom tiaras, but when they traveled,
they look so painfully frumpy.
It was only then that Bettina noticed three tan, well-built men in fitted white T-shirts and black
Kevlar pants sitting at the adjascent table. The guys weren't eating but sat watchfully, sipping glasses
of seltzer water.

You might also like