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

about her words and wants ask

over two hours to finish all the girly stuff. Amelia covers Jamie’s eyes with

as she is clever enough to guess it’s her husband whom she will

brings Jamie out of

a red welcome carpet goes all

are soft flower pedals on the

the carpet, while herself is

prepared

that there are soft things under her feet, which

where are

most beautiful place in the world,” Amelia answers. She gently smiles

and quietly

to ruin your life,” Amelia can’t help but to

and prepares herself

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

so dependent upon you. Every time I made a mistake, I hid

me there alone,

with a touch

know the fact, and she holds Amelia’s

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

more nightmares I suffered from, the more hateful you became, as I blamed my mental illness on you. However, my mom didn’t blame you, and she just took me abroad

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

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 I