A family wedding at The Chateau in Berjaya Hills, Kuala Lumpur

November 17, 2015

 My brother's wedding was a beautiful, evocative affair full of surprises.

 The Hills Are Alive with the Sound of (wedding) music | 8.11.15, The Chateau Berjaya Hills

'Keep it in the family': a sentiment best excluded from most things matrimonial. Fortunately my Singaporean matrilineal side rose spectacularly to the occasion to help mummy host a wonderful bash worthy of my little brother and his beloved who wed in an intimate affair at the fairytale-esque settings of The Chateau in Berjaya Hills. Aunty Anna of Spellbound Weddings renown transformed a marquee into a canopy of twinkling stars filled with orchids and hydrangeas, while Aunty Yasminne of Mediacorp fame was ever the engaging and effortlessly charming emcee. An exclusive affair with less than two hundred guests - only our nearest and dearest - it was an emotional night least of all for me breathed a sigh of relief: "That takes the pressure off me being the first to marry..."

The steps up to the entrance of The Chateau, dressed in white drapes for this most joyous of occasions. 

In the light of day, the decor was a vision of pastel prettiness and delicate details. 

I caught a glimpse of the adorably heart-shaped menu and was most looking forward to the starter: satay ravioli, curious.

Before the evening's festivities there was ample time to drop my bags off at my apartment and freshen up. I've blogged about The Chateau Spa and Organic Wellness Resort before (here and here) - it's one of my homes away from home and so many fond memories have been had there. I always look forward to leaving the smoggy chaos of the city, driving up the winding roads of Bukit Tinggi and into the serene Berjaya Hills estate to decompress in what seems like a world away from Kuala Lumpur.

A demure dress for a family wedding: 
this flattering navy number not only hid a multitude of sins, its skirt is also the perfect length covering even the highest of heels.

The hues of lilac and pink - so sweet in the light of day - truly came alive by the incandescence of dusk, gently illuminated by chandeliers and a sea of fairy lights.

Darkness fell, creating a very cozy atmosphere from an already intimate wedding where all the guests already knew each other, or were about to. This is why I love small weddings: you won't find more than 300 guests at mine. 
That is, if I do decide to have a traditional wedding instead of eloping...

(My new iPhone 6+ case sticking out like a sore, yellow thumb...)

Spotted: lifestyle blogger at work.

Dinner was lovely - the food was decent enough and the presentation, while simple, was elegant.

Left: the amuse bouche of lumpfish caviar. Right: the palate-cleanser of passionfruit sorbet.

My much-anticipated starter: kataifi prawn and apple truffle remoulade, scallop orange cayenne and green pea puree, and chicken satay ravioli. I was most curious about the satay ravioli but the pleasant surprise was the kataifi prawn - the crispy texture was lovely, and the portion was perfectly bite-sized. 

A traditional Chinese soup, no doubt prepared with the older crowd in mind: double boiled Five Treasures soup with milk cabbage and abalone. I don't get it, either.

My main went cold because I was too busy mingling. A combination of roasted stuffed seasme chicken with mango salsa, and deep fried fillet of cod fish with XO paste and Shimeji mushroom. 

Pudding was sweet and simple: passion fruit yogurt pannacotta, chocolate orange fragrance entremet, and raspeberry macaron.

The Singaporean Sisters: Aunties Yasminne (left) and Anna (right) who are literally hostesses with the mostest:
Yasminne is well known for her mellifluous voice on Singapore's airwaves and Anna has Spellbound many with her enchanting bespoke weddings. 

The greatest surprise of the evening: my brother can dance! 

This amazing moment, together with his speech which was prepared in Mandarin especially for his wife's parents (who are Chinese) and the fact that this introvert who shies away from attention of any sort made me realise that him putting on such a show to please his new extended family proved how far out from his comfort zone he was willing to go for the love of his life. My little brother is now a man, a selfless man...I told him, sincerely: "You're all grown up now. You don't need your big sister." to which he wrily replied, "B*tch please, I always did fine, I never needed you." Yup, he's still my brother alright...

Guests wrote well-wishes and messages on paper lanterns which were sent up towards the heavens.

This green lantern was especially stubborn: 
it kept fluttering back down and took several efforts (and lots of encouragement) before it finally soared up to the sky.
The message that was written on that lantern? "Never Give Up."

Up, up, and away! 

I retired from the party shortly past midnight, as knackered as I was from having flown in from Seoul only the night before. 
My family refused to concede defeat: the party went on in the wee hours of the morning. 
Even from my apartment I could still see and hear them dancing up a storm:

You darn kids, what's all this racket? *shakes walking stick*

The moment my brother's wedding was done and dusted I was deluged with the predictable barrage of questions: "So, when's it your turn? Are you planning to get married (or continue living in sin, they were probably dying to say)? Will you even try to top this wedding?" to which I just responded with: "Getting eloped. You're not invited." Either way, dearest brother, please make mum and dad a grandchild to distract them...thank you! And thank you for the party. x

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