I couldn't attend the dinner party in the evening with such a wretched appearance.
So, I nodded, "Thank you."
"I'm Lena. What's your name?"
"My name is Jacqueline," I said and added, "Your name’s beautiful."
Hearing me compliment her name, she smiled sheepishly, then said proudly, "I was told that my brother had given me the name. He's awesome."
"Your brother?"
"Yeah, my brother is twenty years older than me and he's tall! He's 1.88 meters in height and I have to look up at him."
"Really?" I appeared to listen intently but didn't actually care about her or her brother's business.
"Yeah." She said bitterly, "In fact, I haven't spent much time with my brother. He has disappeared a long time ago. My mommy said he had left home and then came back. But once he has returned, he has quarrel with daddy and mommy, and daddy has finally sent him to Italy in a fit of anger."
I staggered.
The richest families were indeed complicated.