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

wants ask more, but Amelia turns

hours to finish all the girly stuff.

to guess it’s her husband whom

manor, Amelia brings Jamie

feet is a red welcome carpet goes

soft flower pedals on

leads Jamie to walk on the carpet,

prepared for

things under her feet, which gets her

are

smiles as she finds a person walking

and quietly follows

even pretended to make friends with you to ruin your life,” Amelia can’t help but to confess to Jamie as she is

her head and prepares herself for

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

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

you could leave me there alone,

voice is calm with a touch of

fact, and she holds Amelia’s hand tight and

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 in the

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 and found a famous

at least forget you and your guilt, but I

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