The Dress Maker Novels & Stories

He could come over to my house, and he did. Today while he was with me, the dressmaker arrived. She brought along a dozen materials with different colours and design she thought would be perfect. Then she asked me to choose the three I thought were the best. I did, and then she took my measurements. Next, she showed me a few sketches to pick from, all modestly made, covering up the arms and chest area. I didn’t complain; I was going to the palace, not the whore house and needed to look like a lady, but a part of me wondered if the prince was ashamed of me and how I was. Perhaps this was Jane’s words getting into my head and planting themselves there, but a part of me wanted to know if this w

The dressmaker had the nerve to look disappointed, when Joe finally stuck his head out from a clump of white chiffon dresses. "Actually we are interested in buying - ignore Ravyn, she's just a bit shy." Joe gave the male a dazzling smile, and Ravyn let out a low growl. The dressmaker was wise enough to give the Shadow a weary glance. "Well, I have a few dresses that a young couple like yourselves might be interested in." The dressmaker mumbled, shuffling over to the far corner. Joe gave her a smug grin, and it was all Ravyn could do not to go over there and slap that smile right off his face. Joe gave little chuckle, as if he'd read the fantasy in her mind. The dressmaker returned with a dre

Father was happy because he was sending off his daughter, I wasn't sure why Ziora was happy and Brayon didn't care. Mother was happy because I could finally move out of her home and she could use it for her selfish desires. I didn't see it this way before but now, it's all different. "The dressmaker brought your dress for fitting, so I would suggest you go in and try it so if there is any problem, it can be resolved," Kreed's Mother said with a loving smile on her face, they are all hiding their through color. "Okay," I nodded my head, stood up and the dressmaker followed behind me to my room.

"I'm more comfortable when I see you. Do you think you can pick out a good dress for me? I'm not too good with things like this." She nodded. "Yes, Your Highness. I'll go into the closet room to check out your dresses." I wanted to tell her something but I stopped. I accepted, and she went into the big closet to check out the dresses for me. She soon brought out a very beautiful blue dress and some accessories. "I think you can change into this one. It will look good on you. All the dresses here are made according to your size," she told me. She was right. The dresses are made according to my size, directly from the most famous designers in the world. They usually make ones that won't be see

If I had to go to one of these horrible events again, I deserved a new dress, too. Plus, Dex was paying for it. I looked up to see Ember. She was in a light pink dress that flared at the hips and ended just above her knees. It was not flattering for her. I couldn't tell her outright since the woman who owned the store, Heather, designed and hand-crafted all the dresses and clothing it sold. Insulting her work would not get me any good dresses or discounts moving forward. "I think the dress is gorgeous. I just wonder if maybe you should have a brighter, more show-stopping color that would get everyone's attention." I felt victorious when Heather's face lit up.

Danessa addressed her, “Hello again, dearest. I’ve come for my dress and the other requirement I requested.” “Hello and welcome. Is this her?” The seamstress looked over her specs and measured up Ruby. The decided that she wasn’t going to be difficult to make a dress for. “Hello, I’m Cassie. I made you look classy!” She took a walk around Ruby and checked her measurements with her measuring tape. “No, she is the one making the purchase, silly! Now let’s see her dress.” Danessa cooed.

" Her mother's eyes sparkled as she said that. She turned and told Mrs. Reginald to bring the dress in before the end of the week. The woman looked worried. "Mrs. Martins, you see, this dress is the only one of its kind. It was designed by an Italian designer, Antonio Barbieri. He doesn't want to sell it anymore. That was why I skipped it," Mrs. Reginald said. "Tell him we'll pay double or triple the price. I want that dress for my daughter no matter what," her mother ordered. "Alright, Ma'am, I'll see what I can do.

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen.

Tessa said smoothly, wiping her hands on her uniform. “It’s the dress she made for the Grand Ball.” Narrowing my eyes at the bag, I scoffed. Same label. Queen’s Dynasty—the biggest fashion brand in Greenville. Yet they still managed to produce such horrible clothes. I tore the plastic bag open, not caring about the cute design I ripped apart. Tessa pursed her lips at the sight. The dress stared back at me. I frowned as the memory shimmered like it was yesterday. “Wow, it’s beautiful.”

"Oh, I know. You work here, don't you? I told you that poor fiancé of yours was useless. Your wedding is tomorrow, and he still makes you work!" A nearby staff member stared at Cersei in disbelief and opened her mouth to correct her. I motioned for her to let it go and return to work. Then one of Cersei's friends looked me over curiously. "Cersei, do you know her? How could someone dressed that cheaply possibly belong at Mr. Di Lauro's wedding?" Before Cersei could answer, Mom quickly cut in, "Oh, she's a housekeeper who used to work for us. We fired her after a few days. We barely know her."