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.

“You don’t remember your own

words and wants ask more, but Amelia turns to discuss something with

takes them over two hours to finish all the girly

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 follow the

Amelia brings

their feet is a red welcome carpet goes all the way to the doorstep of

soft flower pedals

the carpet, while herself is

it’s prepared for

can feel that there are soft things

are we

gently smiles as she finds a person

nods and quietly

even pretended to make friends with you to ruin your life,” Amelia can’t

and prepares herself for Amelia’s

was a little girl, I regarded you as my sister, for you are outgoing and friendly, which made

be so dependent upon you. Every time I made a

me there alone, yet you never came back to

calm with a

know the fact, and she holds Amelia’s hand tight and gently apologizes, “I’m so

wouldn’t have blamed you. Every time I fell asleep, there would be

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

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

the man waiting for them. Amelia turns to Jamie and says, “I thought I’d hate you forever, even if I’d get rid of the nightmares, but you know what