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 remember your own

confused about her words and wants ask more, but Amelia

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

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

brings Jamie out

red welcome carpet goes

flower pedals on the

walk on the carpet, while herself is not

it’s prepared for

feel that there are soft things under her feet,

where are we

most beautiful place in the world,” Amelia answers. She gently smiles as she finds a person walking to

nods and quietly

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

head and prepares

for you are outgoing and friendly, which made me feel good.

you. Every time I made a mistake, I hid behind your back so as to avoid my

could leave me there alone,

calm with a

fact, and she holds

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 nobody but endless darkness. Neither you nor my brother came to my recue when I screamed desperately

my mental illness on you. However, my mom didn’t blame

the phantom horror, at least forget you and your

I’d hate you forever, even if I’d