The Dress Maker Novels & Stories

Cassy’s smile was indulgent as she curtsied before the duchess. The townhouse suddenly came alive with the arrival of several visitors. Two days after Cassy’s arrival at the house, the duchess’s personal dressmaker arrived. She was a pompous old woman, who regarded Cassy over the edge of her nose, as though sizing her up on sight. The woman was accompanied by two young, bright eyed girls who smiled openly and warmly at her. They kept her busy, talking about fabrics, the latest styles, what would look good and what wouldn’t, their ramblings seeming to be endless until Cassy’s head began to spin. Their madame stopped them then, asking them to take Cassy’s measurement and be done with it. That

Dresses had their place, but she didn’t want to be stuck in them for the rest of her life. Satisfied she’d covered the basics of her wardrobe, she turned to the rest of her party and took pity on their distress. Well, the older two were distressed; Urseya looked amused. “So, where else did you want to go?” She was ushered into a dressmaker’s shop so fast her feet barely touched the ground. If the outside of the store had looked feminine with its pink-and-white striped awning and fancy mullioned windows, the inside was even plusher. Muted buff colored walls surrounded a grouping of burgundy velvet couches and chairs. The ceramic tile floors were softened with delicate floral rugs. Several lad

It was Betty whose sense of aestheticism was perfect. "My dresses are customized by Mia Heinsun. I don't know which boutique she works at," Seraphine politely answered. Other than the name, there wasn't much Seraphine could recall about the woman in charge of her clothing. The lady in magenta gown sighed and expressed, "As expected from someone from Vougeious family. One would kill to get a dress made by Mia Heinsun." This did surprise Seraphine. Even though Seraphine could guess her dressmaker had some prestige, Seraphine didn't believe it would be to the extent that the lady would exaggerate her words like this.

I want the men of this town to think I, a woman, can run a winery. A while back, I met a seamstress who was well known for her designs. I decided to let her make a dress for me. I wanted something to match my eyes, so I ordered a blue, and silver dress. It was originally going to be made out of cloth, but then I got suckered into a new type of fabric. It was more expensive, but she assured me it was worth it. She said she would add silk and lace to the cloth. I was taken by this idea, and told the lady to surprise me with the dress. If I liked it, I would pay extra. It took her a month to make the dress, but it was well worth the wait.

“What might that be Miss Merlin?” “I want to hope that this dress you are making for me won’t have replicas that will be put in store for people to buy. Just to make things clear, I’m not the time that wears what others wear, so this dress of mine should be a limited edition dress, a style made for me personally” May rolled her eyes “Of course miss Merlin, your dress will be a limited edition, it will be one of QuickFashion limited edition dresses and would never have a replica, anyone who makes a replica would be sued”

I’ve worn my fair share of designer dresses made by various top end fashion designers, but this one…this one was one of the prettiest dresses I have ever seen. On the hanger was a Heidi Bandage Mini Dress in Royal Blue, with thin shoulder straps, a sculpting wrap bandage bodice and a cute mini length finish. I’d already saved Anita’s number in my phone and had thanked her for it profusely. It saved me an entire shopping trip just to figure out what I’d be wearing today at D’Alessandro’s birthday party.

Will I ever learn to read him, to determine what he is thinking, what he feels? “I have some designs in mind for your lady friend ….” And again there is that quick contortion of his features. “ … that I could share with you now,” The dressmaker says. “If you have the time.” “Yes, I’d like to get this matter finished as quickly as possible.” He mumbles.

I needed this to be perfect, magical, and beautiful. the fourth dress wasn't impressive, the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth dress which was the last dress didn't feel like the one and my driver agreed. This was meant to be perfect. "miss this is all the dress we picked out for you. We can fix a reservation for you in the next three days so you can find the perfect dress for you," the dressmaker said after the seventh dress. "oh," I said. I got back into my dress and walked out of the dressing room. "Can I see other dresses?" I asked and she nodded.

“You do know how crazy expensive that place is, right?” Wyatt knew exactly how expensive the store was, because Caroline had been addicted to buying dresses there. Everything at La Dress was imported from France and Italy. It was all hand-stitched and made of the finest materials. He realized that each article of clothing there was worth more than most people's wardrobes, but he didn't care. He wanted the best for Lily.

They did not waste time to chitchat as the main purpose for coming here is to check the clothes tailored for the couple. Harriet told the owner that Cassius did not need help to wear his suits. The owner agreed, thinking that Cassius might be just a shy and prideful man who does not want any other person to touch him. After a while, Harriet finished trying the dress. “Oh my gosh! You are so pretty, my lady!” the owner of the boutique praised her. There are three designers, best of the best, who worked to make her dress. One person alone is of incredible value, and since three people worked for it, the amount of money to be paid will be enormous.