Sundays At Tiffany's Novels & Stories

Noami’s voice rang out, warm and full of affection, cutting through the soft hum of background music. Tiffany froze for a moment, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and disbelief. Her gaze swept the room quickly, taking in the details. Ella, grinning from ear to ear, stood proudly behind a silver balloon arch, holding a mini cake as if it were a trophy. The boutique itself had undergone a delightful transformation—clusters of balloons surrounded the seating area, a gleaming gold “TIFFANY” banner hung above the mirrored wall, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and vanilla cake. A breathless laugh escaped Tiffany, her hand flying instinctively to her chest. “Oh my goodnes

“Damn, Tiffany. We’re not trying to steal everyone’s attention, are we?” Tiffany chuckled, flicking her hair back with a casual shrug. “If they can’t keep their men in line, they’re fair game.” She winked as she twirled, clearly pleased with herself. They headed out to the car, ready to let loose. Just as Tiffany was about to start the engine, her phone buzzed with a message notification. She checked it, and a small wave of satisfaction washed over her as she read Peter’s message: "WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE PARTY. I’LL BE COMING OVER TOMORROW."

"Ah. The lady of the hour. The morning papers were... spirited, Miss Everhart." "Spirited is one word for it," Tiffany said, flashing a tight, brilliant smile. "I prefer 'glorious chaos.' Now, show me what you've got. But let's get one thing straight—if you bring me anything in 'oatmeal' or 'greige,' I will walk out." Jean-Paul gasped softly, looking at Julian as if Tiffany had just blasphemed in a cathedral. Julian’s lips twitched, a micro-expression of amusement that vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Bring out the seasonal collection, Jean-Paul. Let's start with the formal gowns."

Julian walked in front while the rest followed behind, reading reports to him. Charmine smirked faintly; Julian still had this habit even after years. Every 10th of every month, he would come to inspect Mile-End Mall. Tiffany would surely know about this if she herself knew it. If she was not wrong, Tiffany would come for sure… Although Tiffany’s reputation progressively got better, it was all done with money. Knowing Tiffany’s situation, she must have had more plans in place, and Charmine’s plan was to ruin them! As expected, it was not long until Tiffany came into view with a hat and mask. She walked into Julian’s private office.

She says, rolling her eyes while showing off the huge stone. “Uuuh,” My sister says, turning to watch it. “Cartier?” “Tiffanies, actually.” She giggles, and we say our congratulations as I lean forward, not able to keep my mouth shut. “Can I ask you on which day you got it?” She looks at me confused and pushes out an awkward laugh as she answers, “Friday.” “Why would the day be important?” I jerk up as a hand touches my shoulder. Saved by the bell!

Next to her was her sister, sixteen-year-old Sky, whose eyes were already beaming with excitement. “Finally!” Tiffany grinned, striding forward. “I was about to call for a search party.” Sky beamed. “We’ve been picking things out already. Wait till you see!” Max gave a short laugh as Tiffany swept Suzi into a warm hug. “You must be exhausted,” Tiffany said, holding her at arm’s length. “But don’t worry, we’re not here to overwhelm. We’re here to transform.” Sky bounced forward, holding up a sheer lavender dress on a velvet hanger. “Look! This one made me think of you. Super feminine.”

She doesn't get enough customers cos of the poor and unexposed state of the shop, but at least she earns enough to feed herself and her daughter. There are different cake show-glasses, housing different flavors and colours of cake, both big and small bites. Stella is sitting in the shop alone, no customers as usual when Tiffany came down from Yvonne's car. "Bye Stella!" Yvonne saluted funnily from the car window. "Bye, troublemaker" Stella replied, and she drove away as Tiffany entered the shop. "You were supposed to have classes till 4" Stella said. "Second class got postponed, meaning tomorrow is gonna be packed, pray for my survival" Tiffany made puppy faces.