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.

Jamie, “You don’t remember your own

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

hours to finish all the girly stuff. Amelia covers Jamie’s

whom she will

manor, Amelia brings Jamie

a red welcome carpet goes

soft flower pedals on

leads Jamie to walk on the carpet, while herself is not

it’s prepared

are soft things under her

where are

smiles

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 for the next

cocks her head and

and friendly, which made me feel good. Plus,

made a mistake, I hid

that you could leave me there alone,

calm with a

for Jamie to know the fact, and she holds Amelia’s hand tight and gently

trapped in that warehouse for nights, I wouldn’t have blamed you. Every time I fell asleep, there would be the

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 and found a

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

walk up to 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