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“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.

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

ask more,

the

ask any questions as she is clever enough to guess it’s her husband whom she will meet. And all she has to do is to quietly

brings Jamie out of

a red welcome carpet goes all the

soft flower pedals

carpet, while herself is not

prepared for

things under her feet, which

where are we going

beautiful place in the world,” Amelia answers. She gently smiles as she finds a person

and quietly follows

I was wrong to hurt you, and I even pretended to make friends with you to ruin your life,” Amelia can’t help

her head and prepares herself for Amelia’s

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

used to be so dependent upon you. Every time I made a

imagined that you could leave me there alone, yet

voice is calm with a

know the fact, and she holds Amelia’s hand tight

trapped in that warehouse for nights, I wouldn’t have blamed you. Every time I fell asleep, there would be the warehouses in my nightmare

more nightmares I suffered from, the more hateful you became, as I blamed my mental illness on you. However, my mom didn’t blame

at least forget you and your guilt, but I couldn’t make it.

and says, “I thought I’d hate you forever, even if