The Dress Maker Novels & Stories

She nodded, “I hate to tell you this, but they are just beginning. The good news is you won’t have to do it alone anymore.” When the SUV stopped at the mall, we sat and waited for the warrior to tell us it was safe to get out. We got out and we were escorted straight into the mall. She led me into a branch of one of the locally owned dress shops. Luna Kyra explained, “This shop was started by my mother-in-law. Every dress in here was designed by her grandmother.” I looked around and saw that all of the dresses were very fashionable. I gasped, “She must have been a forward thinker. None of these look like they could be out of style.” She smiled, “I know. Please, go pick out one for your party

I collected the plate and gave her a little hug before making my way back home. Days passed and before I knew it, it was three days to the ceremony. I was a nervous wreck throughout this week because it finally dawned on me that I would be responsible for a thousand lives or more. Today was the day for the final fitting of my dress. Susan and I along with Riena, Susan's sister-in-law, who I had recently become friends with. As we arrived at the dressmaker's shop, I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement. The dressmaker, an older women of about 50 years of age named Madame Clarisse, greeted us warmly and led us to the fitting room.

She turned to look at the woman dressed in the weirdest outfit that resembled a helpless combination of flowers, peacock feathers and dried grass. "Apparently," the dressmaker picked a measuring tape from around her waist and walked towards Kassy, "three days are too short to make you a proper royal wedding gown, so we have to make use of what we already have and just make a few adjustments, fit it to your size and boom we are good to go." "Whatever." An uninterested Kassy rolled her eyes and stood to her feet. "Where are you going?" Kassy asked Myan when she turned around to leave.

I did told them about myself but I never included the part were my best friend or should I say ex bestfriend betrayed me, I just told them about how I needed the money ton help me my even if I don't get to be queen, which I don't mind. " So let get down to work" Sarah said, she was to be my dress maker while Lana is my make up artist and our little cutie keeps the place tidy " we need to prepare you for tomorrow's ball, I will need your measurement so I can work on a dress for you, since it such a short notice, I will apologize in advance if it won't be to your taste" she said as she drew her ears with her hand giving me a pout. I laughed at her " that won't be a problem just make something

Mel quietly nudged and I was surprised she was even willing to say that. “Oh Mel, you know Curtis is very focused and sometimes he is just in thought. I’ve told you that.” “Right,” Mel said almost sarcastically but before Susan could say anything else. “Oh look there it is that custom dress shop. Come let's go in and maybe we can find something for you, Kate.” We walked into a gorgeous store filled with single dresses all made by hand. You could tell in the quality that the designer paid attention to every detail. “Hello ladies, can I help you?” A beautiful tan woman with long black hair walked up dressed in an even more gorgeous purple dress.

Including the alpha king. I froze at my last statement. Where did those dirty thoughts come from? The glass of water in front of the dressmaker fell, scattering the water around the tablecloth. He muttered something, grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket, and was on the verge of wiping the table when a servant stopped him from doing so and dried it for him. The dressmaker was the official dressmaker of the palace. And I had also seen him once when he approached the queen holding a catalog.

Emma made a sigh of relief as she looked at the gold asymmetric draped gown on the mannequin. A big smile spread across her face. She felt sure the duchess would love it. It took her seventeen hours to finish the dress. She felt a little nervous when Susan said it was for the duchess. It was her first time making a dress for someone so important. The only difference from her usual work was that the wearer would be a royal—not just one of the girls she usually sells clothes to in Mexico. Luckily, everything turned out beautifully.

The dress made me feel beautiful, confident, and powerful. As I gazed at my reflection, I couldn't help but wonder about the designer who had created this masterpiece. Who was the artist behind this beautiful gown that made me feel like a queen? I imagined a small atelier in Paris, filled with bolts of luxurious fabrics and racks of beautiful designs. I could picture a group of skilled seamstresses working tirelessly, each stitch carefully crafted by hand. I could see the designer himself, a tall and handsome man with a thick French accent and a keen eye for detail. He would oversee every aspect of the gown's creation, from the initial sketches to the final embellishments.

Catherine sensed his hesitation and glanced at him sideways. Paxton immediately stepped forward and asked, "What's the issue?" The shop owner wore a gloomy expression, trying hard not to let his emotions show. He shook his head slightly. "No problem. This dress is from a top-notch designer. It is the final masterpiece showcased in this year's fashion week and was meticulously created by dozens of skilled craftsmen. Let me take it off for you now, and let's see if you're satisfied with how it looks when you try it on!"

engraved on it. Clothing racks filled with clothes, glittery gowns and silk dresses in different style and beautiful color schemes. These dresses were designed and made by Ria and with the help of her sewing team, ma’am Elise, ma’am Loretta, Cassidy, Phoebe and Phoenix. They had spent weeks working on each dresses to put it up for this day.