Bettina Ortiz y Meña, A former Miss Venezuela and Miss Universe runner-up, of course, the exceedingly bronzed strawberry blond was these days the wife of Miami auto-parts tycoon, Herman Ortiz y Meña.
"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"
Bettina fumed as she glared at the tourists happily savoring their lunch in the sun. Look how tacky they were ... the woman overly tanned, wrinkled and saggy, none of them properly lifted or botoxed.
"Well, that tourist in the red fishing cap is the Duke of Glencora. His party just boated over from Windermere. Isn't it the most handsome sailboat you've ever seen?"
"I'm not impressed by big boats"
Tourists should have to take a style exam before being allowed to set foot on the island! Feeling that she had been patient long enough, Bettina stormed into the kitchen, the fringe on her crocheted Pucci caftan top shaking furiously as she made a beeline for the woman with a shock of pixie-cut blond hair manning the main stove.
"He looks like their chauffeur. Doesn't he look like that guy that use to drive Jane Wyman around in Falcon Crest?"
"Oh, I didn't even notice him! Am I supposed to know who he is?
"What's his name again?
That's Alfred Shang
"From what I hear, that chauffeur is the most powerful man in Asia."
although secretly She was rather impressed by people with big title. From the kitchen window, she surveyed the party assembled on the terrace with new eyes.