Daddy, don't flirt

“Oh my gosh!”

Everyone is stunned when they see Jamie.

Whatever Jamie’s make-up lacks, obviously, her beautiful gown makes up for it.

“Gorgeous!” Amelia’s eyes are filled with admiration. If she can, she’ll definitely asks Derek to proposes to her and marry her.

Looking at the gown, Amelia wants to be a bride.

“Well, Amelia, you haven’t told me why I am here,” Jamie asks, feeling strained as everybody is watching her.

Amelia is willing to tell Jamie everything, but Dan asks her to keep the secret.

“Hehe, I’ve told you that. You’ll get it soon. Take it easy.” Amelia pushes Jamie back to the dressing table wand waves at the stylists. “Come on. Come here.”

They hastily scurry to Jamie and open up their portable kit to take out their tools.

“Her hair doesn’t match the gown or the make-up. Hurry up and change it,” Amelia decisively orders, staring at Jamie in the mirror.

Her hair looks perfect but it’s weird with the gown.

Although Amelia isn’t a professional stylist, she grows up in a fashionable atmosphere, and she cares about fashion trend. As fastidious as she is, she does have a gift for fashion.

The stylists follow Amelia’s lead and quickly remove Jamie’s headwear, designing a new hairstyle for her.

“The gown is so beautiful. Who’s its designer?” Jamie wants to have some small talks with Amelia while her stylists are busy with her hair.

confusedly looks at Jamie, “You don’t remember your own

confused about her words and wants ask more, but

over two hours to finish all the girly stuff. Amelia covers Jamie’s eyes with

her husband whom she will

manor, Amelia brings Jamie out of

a red welcome carpet goes all the way to the

soft flower pedals on

Jamie to walk on the carpet, while herself is

prepared

things under her feet, which gets her more

where are we

in the world,” Amelia answers. She gently smiles as she

nods and quietly

you to ruin your life,” Amelia can’t help but to confess to

head and prepares herself for Amelia’s

I was a little girl, I regarded you as my sister, for you are outgoing and friendly, which made me feel good. Plus, I was impressed that you could

I made a mistake, I hid behind your back so

leave me there alone, yet you never

is calm with a touch of

and she holds

warehouse for nights, I wouldn’t have blamed you. Every time I fell asleep, there would be the warehouses in my nightmare where I found nobody but endless

more hateful you became, as I blamed my mental illness on you. However, my mom didn’t blame you, and she

from the phantom horror, at least forget you and your guilt, but I couldn’t make it. I just didn’t want to let

“I thought I’d hate you forever, even if I’d get rid of the nightmares, but you