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

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

the girly stuff. Amelia covers Jamie’s eyes with the

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

Amelia brings Jamie out of the

goes all the way to the doorstep of

soft flower pedals on the

Jamie to walk on the carpet, while herself is not

it’s prepared

things under her

where are we going

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

nods and

wrong to hurt you, and I even pretended to make friends with you to ruin your life,” Amelia

cocks her head and prepares herself

as my sister, for you are outgoing and friendly, which made me

used to be so dependent upon you. Every time I made a

me there alone, yet you never

voice is calm with

and she holds Amelia’s hand

shakes her head as they are closer to 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

from, the more hateful you became, as I blamed my mental illness on you. However, my mom didn’t blame you, and

least forget you and your guilt, but

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