The Dress Maker Novels & Stories

“Though if Viktor sees you before the ceremony, I fear we may have to revive him.” I laughed, heat rushing to my cheeks. “You’re both dramatic.” I brushed a hand carefully down the dress and turned to look at the back in the mirror the dress maker held up. The dressmaker was an older woman with clever fingers and a sharper tongue. And while I watched myself in the mirror, she clicked her tongue approvingly. “Let them be dramatic. A beautiful Luna as you should inspire it.” “Then I shall have the dress,” I stated with giddy assurance.

“She loves mosaic as much as you love designing and making dresses.” She hopped off her stool at the table and rushed to my board displaying my design of the dress we were busy with. It had been commissioned by an affluent older lady who planned on wearing it to some art gallery opening. I was hoping that having someone like her wear my dresses might lead to more clients. I didn’t really have the time or money to make more than one dress a month, but getting to the point where I could do two would be great. The creative outlet of both the design process and the physical making of the dress was something I desperately needed in order to stay sane.

Many gorgeous dresses are hanging around, and I adore each one of them. "Beauty! Are you ready?" Bobita spun around me, wearing a silver crown. I nodded and touched the sparking nightgown in gold and black color. Bobita is just beside me, holding his tape measure. "Your dress will be delivered early tomorrow. I can't wait!" he exclaimed, his eyes beamed at me. He is now looking at me. "Who made the dress?" I asked, feeling excited about it. "It's Atticus Mondragon, the magic of Monde Fashion," he winked.

The words made me feel like property, something to be dressed up and displayed. "He chose them himself?" I asked, surprised that someone as busy as Killian would care about wedding dress details. "Mr. Hart is involved in every aspect of his business ventures." Claire's tone made it clear she considered me exactly that—a business venture. "Including this one." She pushed open a door to a private fitting room that was larger than my bedroom. Mirrors covered three walls, reflecting endless versions of myself—a small-town girl playing dress-up in a world she didn't belong to.

It smelled faintly of fabric and polish, a strangely comforting scent that carried the energy of creation. “Here,” I said, crouching to his level so he could see better, “this is where all the magic happens. The designers and tailors turn sketches into real clothes. Every dress, every pair of shoes, every tiny accessory starts right here.” Jaden’s eyes grew wide, scanning the room, his small hand gripping mine tightly. “Wow… everything is so big! So many people! And they make all the clothes?” I nodded, smiling. “Exactly. Every little detail you saw in the store started here. And you know what? Today, you’re helping too.”

"I've already gone with you to try that dress several times. What's wrong with missing it once? Natalie just got back. She was alone with all that luggage. "As a friend, I had to pick her up. You're usually so reasonable. Why make a fuss over something this small? Do you really have to give me the silent treatment over this?" "I'm fine." I brushed his hands away, hung the towel back on the rack, and turned to leave. "Really?" Enzo followed me out, sounding noticeably more relaxed. "Did you finalize the dress yesterday, then? Send me the bill. I'll sign it." I walked over to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, and took out the stamped order form.

I said looking at him suspiciously and he nodded. "I'm bored, we could have a quicky in there right?" He said and I smacked his arm. He laughed and I rolled my eyes. We walked into the building and they greeted us right away. I introduced Chance as my best friend to help me pick the right dress. They already prepared me 15 dresses and they put every each of them on display. All the dresses are beautiful and they were designed by all the upscale wedding dress designers throughout Europe. Of course, they want publicity for this.

“Apparently my dressmaker found a young girl who could weave straw into gold thread. I was able to assist her with the payment the girl demanded, and my dressmaker had the gold thread made into this fabric. It’s surprisingly light.” “Does Akyran know?” Leamoira was amused. “About where I source material for my dresses? I doubt he’d care.” “What was the payment?” my father eyed my dress with speculative parental concern, knowing the cost would eventually end up on his ledgers. “Do not worry,” I laughed at him. “She wanted her goblin benefactor’s name, so the gold thread was free. There was only the cost of weaving and then the dress being made, and the dressmaker’s finder’s fee…”

Then, she noticed the dressmakersand her assistant beside the dresses. Diana blinked in surprise, then flashed an apologetic expression. "Sorry, I didn't notice you guys for a moment." The dressmaker and assistant exchanged glances. The dressmaker cleared her throat. "Ms. Thompson, these are the dresses Mr. Matthews had prepared for you. They were specially crafted by a renowned designer in France, rushed over by overnight air freight for you to choose from. Please, try them on." Diana was astonished. "All of these are for me?"

But I pretended to be oblivious to his feelings, acting as if I had no idea that he was still attracted to me. After our dinner, we headed to a famous fashion home downtown. I’ve heard of this place but I’ve never had the pleasure of visiting here because I’ve never really fancied party gowns. This fashion home is well known for making custom-made gowns is a gown sewn specially for you by a team of skilled tailors and designers. Once you have made your order, the dress is sewn from scratch specifically for you and is then sent to you. They have a reputation for being skilled and fast. You can have your outfit made in just a few hours and it will turn out to be perfect.