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Chapter 422: There’s Something Missing

After several months of mental therapy, Melia has got rid of her nightmare and approved of his brother’s marriage.

Like Derek says, what’s past is past, and we shouldn’t hurt ourselves and people loving us with the painful history.

Thinking of Derek, there’s a fleeting of happiness in the eyes of Amelia.

“Where are we going? Where’s your brother?” Jamie asks hastily. Amelia doesn’t reply her, instead, she helps her stand up and walks her out of the room.”

“We’re walking down the stairs. Mind your steps. Take your time…” Amelia carefully supports her to ascend the stairs and watches out for her steps in case Jamie trips over.”

“…” Jamie gets more and more confused and wonders what’s waiting for her.

Jamie is escorted into a car and leaves the manor.

Jamie’s hearing gets better as she temporarily can’t see anything. She can sense that Amelia is sitting beside her, and she turns to Amelia to ask her, “Where are we going now?”

“You’ll know it when you get there.” Amelia refuses to give Jamie the answer and comforts her, “Anyway, I won’t hurt you, and you have my words.”

Jamie stays silent. Amelia’s therapy is arranged by Dan himself, and she gets her mental condition from Dan, which shows Amelia is stable enough to behave as normal.

The journey takes so long that Jamie falls asleep, then the car stops at some place.

Amelia helps Jamie get off the car and gestures an “OK” with her hand when she meets the man walking toward them, then Amelia helps Jamie walk slowly.

“Where’re we now?” Although her eyes are covered, she can hear the sound of people walking by.

Soon Jamie is brought into a room. Amelia waves to the dressers and stylists to let them in, with rows of gorgeous dresses and boxes of cosmetics.

Amelia removes the band on Jamie’s eyes, “Hurry up! Come here. We don’t have time to lose.”

Jamie squints and struggles to adjust to the light. Suddenly, Jamie is moved around by a dresser and surprisedly stares at all the dressers, who studies her pretty face for a moment and decides on a make- up fitting her, while stylists are dealing with her hair.

“Amelia, what’s all the fuss about?” Jamie confusedly looks down at the powder brushes on her face.

Make up? For some party?

But she hasn’t been to parties since her pregnancy. Dan even cancels many business parties to look after her.

“Which dress do you like best? This one? No, it’s too sexy, and it’s not your style. That one? No, it’s too plain…” Amelia takes no rest and walks around the dresses to pick up a perfect one for Jamie. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

But she can find nothing suitable.

“Ah! Is that dress sent here?” Amelia stops a stylist and asks.

“Miss Amelia, that dress was delivered by airway last night, and it’s about to arrive here,” the stylist answers.

“What takes it so long? What if it’s late?” Amelia stamps her feet in anger, “No, I have to check it over and urge them to send it here quickly…”

She opens the door and leaves there with whine.

“Amelia…” Jamie is about to get up, but her dresser presses her down, seating her into the chair.

“Mrs. Jamie, please stay still, or I can’t do my job.”

Jamie has no choice but to swallow her questions and let the dressers adorn her face with fancy cosmetics.

Obviously, the dressers, coming from abroad, are professional and skillful with deft hands. According to Jamie’s look and temperament, they exclusively make up her face to highlight her beauty and glamor, making her breathtakingly stunning.

Looking at the delicate smiling face in the mirror, Jamie can’t believe it belongs to her. She knows she’s pretty, but now she’s perfect.

The light make-up suits her air so well that her elegant beauty is attractively charming.

“Mrs. Jamie, you are gorgeous,” the dressers praises by heart, fascinated by the glamorous beauty in the mirror.

Jamie’s lips quirk up as she feels flattered. Although she’s not into make-up, but it does make her like a glamorous royal princess.

However, she feels there’s something missing.

“It’s coming! It’s coming! I get the dress.” The door suddenly flies open, and Amelia rushes in shouts, as well as many staffs with dresses in their hands.

“Let’s see where’s that one.” In a daze, Amelia looks at those dresses and forgets the appearance of the special dress. Suddenly, it hits her, and she quickly grabs one to Jamie. “Go and try it on.”

“What in the world are you…” Amelia pushes Jamie into the small dressing booth before Jamie finishes her question.

Amelia anxiously waits for her outside and looks at her watch to check over the time, which is two o’clock in the afternoon.

They’re lucky as there are at least two hours left for them. Her mission is to get Jamie busy doing something here.

“Is the dress okay?” Although there are plenty of time for them, Amelia just can’t help herself being anxious and she urges to see Jamie in the dress.

“Hold on. The dress is kind of complicated…” There comes Jamie’s frustrated voice.

Finally, Jamie manages to knot all the ribands around her waist. After straitening up her dress, she comes out and stands in front of the full-length mirror.

This is a pure-white silk evening gown, soft and light, and feels comfortable in it.

It’s a sleeveless one with a small off-the-shoulder strap on one shoulder, from which myriads of red little rhinestones meander down, which brings out the pure white better.

All the delicate patterns on the dress are woven by silvery threads, which are glittering in the sunlight.

Around her waist are two red ribands tied into several lovely bowknots.

It’s fits through the waist as it billows and kisses the floor with scallops, elegant but not too simple.

Jamie looks at the gown and furrows her pretty brows, thinking it over.

Amelia says it’s sent here from abroad. Is it some famous designer’s masterpiece?

She doesn’t think so, as the gown’s design is kind of childish, even with a dash of dreamlike, making it looks very eyes-catching. Maybe the designer is fond of white, even the patterns are made of silvery- white threads. And the embellishments on the shoulder and waist brings out its glamor.

She has to say it’s more of…a wedding gown?

Plus, this gown…seems quite similar.

Jamie looks to the mirror and deliberates for long, yet it doesn’t ring a bell.

Anyway, she does love it.

It can’t be a wedding gown. If Dan wants to marry her, he has to proposes to her first.

Then what the heck is his plan?

Jamie shakes her head and adjusts her ribands to stay loose around her belly, in case it’s too tight and hurts her baby.

Then she opens the door and walks out.