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

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

over two hours to finish all the girly stuff.

enough to guess it’s her husband whom she will meet. And all

brings Jamie out of the

feet is a red welcome carpet goes all

soft flower pedals

the carpet, while herself is

it’s prepared

feel that there are soft things under her feet, which

where are we

gently smiles as she

nods and quietly

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

head and prepares herself for

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

upon you. Every time I made a mistake, I hid behind your back so as

there alone,

calm with

fact, and she holds Amelia’s hand tight

all right.” Amelia shakes her head as they are closer to the man. “If I hadn’t been 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 where I found

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

from the phantom horror, at least forget you and your guilt, but

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