When everyone had arrived, Johnny welcomed them, and then handed over to Farrouk Eljoffrey, who rose and thanked everyone, giving a nod to Madame Pearl. He went on to say that this was an exciting and auspicious time for everyone present. He gestured to Grace, welcoming her to ‘the world of the Kamasan’ and adding that they were excited now that their dream had found its path to reality, thanks to The Carson Agency, especially Ms Grace Hagen and her team’s creative inspiration. He lifted his glass and the waiters stepped forward to pour more Dom Perignon as he proposed a toast to ‘Paradise. The last paradise and the most magnificent paradise in Bali – to the Kamasan!’

Grace raised her glass and accepted the accolade with a smile. When the toast was over and everyone had gone back to chatting, Grace noticed that opposite her, Rosie and the marketing manager Hans Speyer were deep in a conversation about music trends and hot DJs. Johnny overheard a remark and leaned forward.

‘Have you heard Mr AJ? The DJ du jour? You must come with us to Marquee after dinner, we’ve booked a table. You’ll come too, Grace?’ Johnny turned his smile on her.

‘Okay. Lovely.’ She knew of the latest clubs in Sydney but nothing compared with what she’d heard about Singapore’s fabulous new club.

Limousines delivered them to the Marina Bay Sands, and walking into Marquee, Grace was taken aback at how slick, glitzy and classy it was. And costly! She overheard one of the executives mention that the table had cost $40,000 to book. Shaking her head in disbelief, Grace caught a glimpse of the star DJ on a dais prepping for his set.

She studied the spacious open-plan, three-storey wonderland, with dizzying tube slides between floors that would have sent Daisy into a spin, and gasped at the full-sized, fluoro-lit ferris wheel! Its cabins also turned out to be photo booths to record the experience.

The cleverly designed dance area meant there was plenty of space for people to show off their moves. There were pockets of comfortable leather banquettes, island tables and a massive decorative peacock that overlooked a long bar. Comfortable lounge seats had space for at least forty people, and a bar was strategically placed at all corners of the club so there were no long waits for the super-stylish drinks. At least two dozen waiters worked the club, too. Grace took mental notes to pass on to Andy: here was a venue doing everything in an exciting way.

‘Woah!’ Grace watched as the immersive sound and 8K-resolution screens flashed to life.

Johnny was jigging up and down. ‘This technology won’t be available in your home for at least five years,’ he enthused loudly.

‘Not in my house! It’s ear-splitting!’ she shouted back, laughing.

Rosie came up to join them. ‘Wow, they’ve done a good job. Crazy Rich Asians meets The Great Gatsby!’