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.

at Jamie, “You don’t remember your own

Jamie is confused about her words and wants ask more, but Amelia turns to

all the girly stuff. Amelia

doesn’t ask any questions as she is clever enough to guess it’s her husband whom she will meet. And all she has to do

Amelia brings Jamie out

carpet goes all

soft flower pedals

the carpet, while herself is

it’s prepared for

soft things under

where are we going

Amelia answers. She gently smiles as she finds a person walking

and

I even pretended to make friends with you to ruin your life,” Amelia can’t help but to confess to Jamie as she is about to leave Jamie

head and prepares herself

outgoing and friendly, which made me feel good. Plus,

be so dependent upon you. Every time I made a

imagined that you could leave me there alone, yet you never

calm with

and she holds Amelia’s hand tight and

I fell asleep, there would

my mental illness on you. However, my mom didn’t blame you, and she just took me abroad and found

thought I’d recover from the phantom horror, at least forget you and your guilt, but I

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