Modiste Bridgerton Novels & Stories

The new Prada jacket was a makeshift pile of tissue paper and the pricey shopping bags were slackly spread out on a chaise lounge. As she stood before the vanity her phone was already at her ear and she was performing a ritual of self-affirmation by putting a clear gloss on her lips. In a low smooth purr with a hint of condescension, Bridget said “Yes I know, Tessa, he finally showed his face.” After dropping the gloss onto a tray she picked up a heavy silver brush and used it to carefully and rhythmically work her perfectly coiled hair.

She was dressed in a floral gown. "Your Highness," she bowed. "I am Odette, the royal tailor." She introduced herself politely. Isabelle saw that she was probably in her mid fifties. "What brings you here?" "I am here to take your measurement," she replied. "I made this dress for you." She raised the bag and Isabelle received it. "Thank you, let us go inside." Odette rolled her measuring tape and bowed to Isabelle. "I shall take my leave." Isabelle watched as she walked out hurriedly. She sat still on the chair in.the dining room. She could hear light footsteps approaching. Was it Juno or Malcolm? No, they wouldn't walk that way.

Hester added. " Do you know what my favorite of these dresses is?", Mory asked grinning, " Which one?", Clarisse chuckled, " that", she pointed, " The tuxedo?", " Yes, it's so beautiful, well sawn, with the elegance I could tell that you calmly put so much effort in making it perfect, seeing it on a mannequin doesn't justify it" " she said walking towards the tuxedo, tripping over it, " Really? It's that beautiful ?",

I spent the next two weeks redecorating the home Raven had gotten for me. With the help of the city's finest designer, Macy Partridge, the theme I had in mind gradually came to life—a regency motif in varied shades of blue, gold, and beige, precisely like the Bridgerton's common room. I've been doing anything and everything that could use up all my spare energy these days. From having meetings with Macy, shopping for necessities, learning to cook new dishes, and even overhauling my wardrobe—I did it all.

I had promised Sophia that we would spend the day together, but I knew that I couldn't abandon my wife on her special day. As we stood at the entrance of the grand ballroom, I couldn't help but be struck by Bridgette's elegance. She wore a stunning red gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress was made of silk and chiffon, with intricate lace details that sparkled in the light. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was subtle yet flawless. She looked like a true queen, and I couldn't help but feel proud to be her husband.

"Sorry I'm late." I heard a voice breach the room. I turned around to see Bridget walking in, shimmering in silver. Literally. I looked cute at the most, maybe princess like but Bridget, she was dripping in chic glamour. She was a long silver strapless dress that kind of looked like the kind they wore in the seventies, as if to emphasize on the look, her blonde locs were done in perfect ringlets around her face. "Wow." Peter spoke, his arm still around May. "Looking good, Bridge."

- A prince. Inside, Lady Jane Delacroix paced by the grand staircase, her fingers tightening around her pearl necklace. “He’s here,” she whispered, voice tight with hope and calculation. “Celestine, posture, remember what I taught you.” Celestine, adorned in a silver gown that hugged her slender frame, smiled at her reflection in the gilded mirror. “Don’t worry, Mother,” she said, brushing a golden curl behind her ear. “This time, he will choose me. I am what nobles dream of.”

’ Pale, soft, and chubby… My mind conjured an image of a freshly baked Chelsea bun. The golf cart turned a bend on the path. A vast expanse of green opened up before us. In the distance were forests and a lake. Closer by stood two men in athletic wear, deep in conversation. The man in the dark blue top and tan trousers was Colin Bridgerton. Beside him, standing a good half-head taller in pristine white sportswear, was a figure of unmatched elegance. He had the broad shoulders and narrow waist of an athlete, and when he turned his head, the light carved out a profile so handsome it seemed airbrushed.

I said hurrying back to grab a rubber band. "Good let's get go."She said and we left for my gown hunting. After three hours of exhausting search in different branded boutiques we finally came on mutual consent when the owner of 'La Moda'.She was a Spanish woman in her mid forties. "Este está destinado a ser solo para ti solo."She I got her name was Merissa smiled at me in approval when I walked out wearing a black shimmering gown with a boat neck sleeveless gown which had a tight corset with pearl and silver string embroidery.The skirt was in princess style.

she said softly, though Bridget was already halfway out the door. Bridget marched to the driveway, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The sleek, black sports car waiting for her was a testament to her wealth and status. She slipped into the driver’s seat, adjusted her sunglasses, and revved the engine. Even in a hurry, she oozes elegance, her designer coat flowing as she sped down the driveway.