The Dress Maker Novels & Stories

Blake's expression wasn't much better. Yasmin glided back downstairs, looking as graceful as an angel. "Isn't that Yasmin Starr from the Starr family?" A group of women watched her and began sneering. "Didn't her family go bankrupt? How can she afford such a pretty dress?" Yasmin's dress clearly wasn't cheap. Yasmin looked down at her gown before turning her attention to the woman who had spoken. "Is it pretty? I designed it myself." While the other woman was taken aback, Yasmin added, "I opened a studio that makes custom gowns. Our dresses aren't too expensive, so feel free to approach me if you need a dress made."

I tried to convince them to just let me purchase a premade dress but they weren’t having it. I inevitably gave in when the dress maker showed up with a cart full of supplies to get started. I still had my hesitations, but I knew their hearts were in the right place. And I had to admit, I really like the work the designer had showed me. So it wasn’t hard to get a little excited about wearing something so elegant.

I finally understood why some women always love dressing up to show the men they love, and although the feeling was new, it wasn't so bad. Especially when the other person is not just any random man but my mate. Mylla quickly shook her head. “No, not me, but the Alpha. This dress was specifically made for you by a respectable weaver in the pack, and the order was made by the alpha himself. You need to know, this weaver is very temperamental and would not even make a fit for just anybody; even some Elders are no exception. But she did not refuse when she heard that it was from you.”

She had enough people watching her process things. Aiden stayed. He sat at the table while Grace stood at the window and looked at the city and thought about the dress. About the dressmaker she had loved, a small woman in her sixties who had run a studio in the west end for thirty years and who had spent eight hours over two fittings making Grace feel, briefly and completely, like the wedding was something that belonged to her. Had the dressmaker known? Had she been paid? Had someone gone to her studio and pressed something into her hand and told her where to put it?