Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

EPILOGUE
TYERSALL PARK, SINGAPORE
ONE YEAR LATER…
“I can’t wait to see the bride. I wonder which designer she chose to do her gown?”
Jacqueline Ling said to Oliver T’sien at the reception before the intimate wedding
ceremony. Two hundred guests invited by the happy couple’s families milled about the
Andalusian Cloister, enjoying cocktails and canapés while admiring the mesmerizing light
installation created by artist James Turrell in the columned arcades surrounding the
courtyard.
“Let’s make a bet,” Oliver ventured.
“The way you’re rolling in money these days, I’m not sure if I want to bet against you.
Congratulations on your new commission in Abu Dhabi, by the way.”
“Thank you. It’s just one palace for now. The princess was so impressed by what we did
here that she’s put me on an embarrassingly large retainer. Anyway, let’s make the bet for
lunch at Daphne’s the next time we’re both in London, and my money’s on Giambattista
Valli,” Oliver said.
“Okay, lunch at Daphne’s. Well, I wager that the bride’s gown will be designed by Alexis
Mabille. I know how much she adores his work.”
The string quartet that had been playing suddenly stopped as the door at the far end of
the courtyard opened to reveal a dashing young fellow in a tuxedo holding a violin to his
chin.
“Oh look, it’s Charlie Siem! He’s popping up everywhere these days, isn’t he?” Oliver
commented as the absurdly handsome virtuoso strolled along the arcade playing Elgar’s
“Salut d’amour.” The doors at the other end of the arcade opened slowly, and Charlie
strolled through, turning around to beckon the guests to follow him as he continued to
play. Outside, a pathway lit with thousands of votive candles led from the rose garden
past the stunning new saltwater swimming pool lined with thirteenth-century Moorish
tiles into the wooded area of the estate.
Following the musician as he ambled along merrily playing his violin, the guests oohed