Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

and aahed when they reached the lily pond, where black wooden chairs had been arranged
in a crescent along one side of the pond. Hundreds of pale pink lanterns hung from the
trees, cascading down branches and mixing with thousands of hanging vines that had
been festooned with white dendrobium orchids, peonies, and white jasmine. A beautiful
arched bridge built just for the wedding extended from one side of the pond to the other,
covered entirely in different-hued roses, making the whole bridge appear as if it had been
painted with impressionistic brushstrokes like one of Monet’s bridges at Giverny.
After the guests had settled into their seats, four cellists placed in the direction of the
four winds began to play Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G major as the wedding procession
began. An adorable little flower girl dressed in a gossamer white Marie-Chantal gown
scattered rose petals along the central aisle, followed by Cassian Teo, who ambled up the
aisle in a white linen suit (but barefoot), focused intently on not dropping the velvet
pillow bearing the wedding rings.
Next came Nick and Rachel walking arm in arm. Eleanor swelled up with pride as she
watched Nick, dashing in his midnight blue Henry Poole tuxedo, escort Rachel, who
Eleanor had to admit looked glowingly beautiful in a sublimely simple eggshell pink silk
crepe gown designed by Narciso Rodriguez.
“Aiyah, it’s like their wedding all over again,” Eleanor sniffed to her husband, dabbing
away a few tears.
“Minus your crazy helicopter invasion,” Philip quipped.
“It wasn’t crazy! I saved their marriage, those ungrateful kids!”
Nick and Rachel parted at the end of the aisle as they took their places as best man and
matron of honor on opposite sides of the bridge. Suddenly, a grand piano became
illuminated behind the bridge, giving the effect of floating in the middle of the pond.
Sitting at the piano was a young man with slightly disheveled strawberry blond hair.
Irene Wu gasped out loud, “Alamak, it’s that Ed Saranwrap! I love his music!”
As Ed Sheeran began singing his wildly popular love ballad “Thinking Out Loud,” the
groom, looking sharp in a bespoke tuxedo from Gieves and Hawkes, walked up to the
middle of the bridge with the American pastor from Hong Kong’s Stratosphere Church.
And then as a full band assembled at the far end of the pond emerged to accompany Ed in
his song, the bride made her grand entrance at the foot of the pathway.
The guests rose from their seats in unison as the proud father of the bride, Goh Wye
Mun, nervously escorted his daughter Peik Lin up the aisle. The bride wore a strapless
gown with a fitted white bodice and a long train skirt of ruffles appliquéd with pale pink
silk roses. Her hair was swept up into an elaborate braided bun and crowned with a
vintage pearl-and-diamond tiara from G.Collins & Sons.
Jacqueline and Oliver looked at each other and said in unison, “McQueen!”
As Peik Lin glided past them, Jacqueline nodded approvingly. “Sublime. Sarah Burton
does it again!”
“We both lose, but we can still have lunch at Daphne’s. Of course, you’re treating, Jac—
you’ve got more fuck-you money than I do,” Oliver said with a wink.