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

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

all the

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

brings

is a red welcome carpet goes

soft flower pedals on

the carpet, while herself is not on

it’s prepared for

can feel that there are soft things under her feet, which gets her more

where are we

gently smiles as she

nods and

to ruin your life,” Amelia can’t help but to confess to Jamie as she is about to leave Jamie

and prepares

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

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

you could leave me there alone, yet you never came

calm with a

to know the fact, and she

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 nobody but endless darkness. Neither

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

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

Jamie and says, “I thought I’d hate you