The Dress Maker Novels & Stories

Mrs Crown said before walking out of the door. Bethel sighed.. She can't possibly give her a huge price,can she? Of course no. Well..today is Saturday, she has enough days to make the dress ready she'll make sure it's ready before Wednesday. It's not really a hard dress to make. And this might be her chance to prove to Mrs Crown that her talent is far bigger than her cute small workshop. She had checked Mrs Crown's posts on I*******m even before she came here and she must say her designer is doing a great job but she knows she's gonna do a better job.

At first, Serendipity went about her business as she would any other time. After a short nap, she was always ready to dive right back into her work, picking up precisely wherever she had left off. Today should be no different: she picked up the dress, realized her needle was missing, and chose another one from a wide selection stuffed inconspicuously into a well-used pin cushion. She threaded the needle without looking on the first try, and settled down into her chair, training her mind on other things, anything, other than that letter that sat across the room from her. She decided to concentrate on the doll she was working on, number 1,452, or as she had nicknamed her, Lizzette Sassafras, t

I saw a dress here so i decided to check it out. ' Okay ma'am. Which dress?' ' That's it.' I replied pointing. ' That cream colored short sleeve dress.' I added. ' Oh....' She said and brought it to me. ' You know, I'm also a fashion designer so I know a good cloth when I see one. This cloth is really good.' She smiled at my compliment. ' Thanks for the compliment ma'am. I do not know who made it though. I'm just a sales attendant. ' That's not a problem.' I replied her and Smiled back before proceeding to paying.

For her, this is no ordinary design so she take her hands observing the dress and she looked once again at Yubin. "Miss, this dress, I presume this is a creation of Durete Sevli, a famous dress designer in this kingdom. May I ask, who are you? " For Yubin to wear a dress of a maker she hasn't heard, only then she realized how foolish of her to discriminate her dress when it's made especially from a famous Dress Maker. When Lesia asked her who she is, Yubin left with galp. She thought to herself, how foolish am I not to think that this is eye-catching to some people. She give Lesia her fake smile and bowed.

“She has been working with my mother for the past thirty years.” “And this is Miss Sherry.” Liam points at the second one, who is wearing a pair of spectacles. “She is our dressmaker and has been working in this mansion for almost ten years.” The young woman, introduced as Miss Sherry, steps forward and smiles brightly at me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She is holding an expensive dress that looks like a mini wedding gown with long sleeves and a train. The skirt is long, but the bodice is high. It also has small diamond necklaces embedded in it.

The dress shimmered in the soft glow of the room, its intricate beading and flowing silhouette a testament to its elegance. "I commissioned this dress for you, Ava. It was designed by one of the finest couturiers in London," her mother explained, her voice filled with pride. "You deserve to shine, my dear, to make a lasting impression on those who will be in attendance. This dress will help you do just that."

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.

His enchantress. As she ran her hands through the fabric of one of the new dresses that had just arrived from the dress maker`s shop she realized she wasn’t as decisive as shed like to think she was, she had never had so many clothes at a time, it wasn`t that she didn’t have the means to get the dresses she just hadn`t realized up until this moment that she liked pretty things this much. The dress maker had insisted that the minimum trousseau that was acceptable for a woman of her status should be no less than one hundred gown. And after recently learning of the numerous festivals she was to go through she was glad of the dressm

It was the ideal job, and it made Gigi forget about Liz for a while. On the last day of the first week, Gigi heard someone knock on the door. She was sitting behind the sewing machine finishing some white high-fashion dress and while she sighted, she wanted to finish it as soon as possible, she got up. It was a beautiful and calm night and the last thing Gigi wanted to deal with was visitors.

Elara had finished her early duties and now prepared to go to the dressmakers, just as Luna Rina had instructed. Her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She walked through the long corridor, her simple gown brushing lightly against her ankles. The path to the dressmaker’s room was familiar, but today it felt different. She was going to have dresses mace for her. Dresses that would make her look beautiful when Alpha Lucas arrived. When she entered the sewing hall, the air smelled of new fabric and sweet oil. The dressmakers were already at work, their hands busy with needles, threads, and ribbons. The head dressmaker, a cheerful woman named Dena, looked up when she saw E