The Dressmaker's Gift Novels & Stories

“Well, you were reaching around my back for a way to remove this dress, yes?” “Yes.” “Well, the zip isn’t at the back dumbass. So, you wouldn’t have succeeded if I didn’t show you.” “I could’ve improvised.” I wink and she looks at me in horror. “You are not ruining this dress! This is a one of a kind and I intend to gift it to my daughter someday!” “Is that so?” “Mmhmm.” The mumbles as I tease her senses by running my hands around her body. “How certain?” “Completely, ah!”

"It's me," Hestia answered. She took Grace's hand and comforted her. "Don't be angry. Look at the gift I brought you." "Gift?" They were at a bespoke tailor shop, and it wasn't very big. There were a few old tailors inside, both male and female, and they were all focused intently on stitching the swathes of fabulous cloth in their hands. Grace looked at the display case in surprise. "A Kidhnian gown?"

Even the pedestrians out on the streets could not help but cast a glance their way. “Both of you have to come to my studio. I’m working on two casual dresses and I think they sing to you. So, I’m going to tailor them for both of you and give them to you as gifts!” Hope was surprised. “That’s too much, Victoria. The dresses you design are worth thousands of dollars. Are you sure you want to tailor them and give them to us?” “I don’t have anything for you in return. How could I accept such an expensive gift?” Maia looked at Victoria and shook her head, “You poured your heart and soul into the dresses. It’s only right that we pay for them!”

I asked walking over to the door "Sir sent in this dress for Miss Keith for tonight's occasion", Rose happily got the gift bag and thanked Bruno, she closed the door and turned to me "Looks like he wants you to look perfect" she smiled "Am not wearing it" I said even though I was anxious to know how the dress looked, Rose opened the gift bag and brought out a beautiful Red gown, it had the longest slit on the front and a way lower bast "Its beautiful!" Rose exclaimed "I know but am still not wearing it" i stated,

“First, you need to go to the tailor shop and pick up the gift I’ve had made for you.” “You’ve been to my tailor behind my back?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips. “And I suppose he was eager to help.” “He was,” I admitted, smiling back. “Mr. Kingsman has been very kind. He even customized my dress, as you and he recommended, to make sure it can’t be copied.” “And he hasn’t said a word to me about any of this?” Alexander shook his head in mock disbelief. “And here I thought he was loyal. So, I go to the tailor and pick up this mystery gift. What’s the second part?”

She asked Grace if she had been to other hospitals. Grace said yes. She even went to the best hospital in Norwood, but results were the same that she couldn't have a baby, not even through IVF. Grace didn't talk much after noticing the gift box. She brought it up and opened it. It was a black dress. The fabric was very good with a kind of smooth and silky feeling. The back was hollowed and very pretty with lustre. Grace immediately loved it, and ask her where she bought it. Sherman shook her head and said the dress was a gift from Kingsley. Actually she just fonud out it was a dress.

Ohhh, there's a tiny letter. 'Good morning beautiful, I know you're bored inside the house. Don't worry, we are going to have fun tonight. Wear this cute Jasmine costume, okay? I'll be really sad if you don't wear it. x Aladdin' So he was the one that sent this. Not a total shocker there. He is really serious about this whole going out with costumes thingy. To think we're not even kids anymore. Whatever. Do I really have to wear this? It's too sexy and my bruises can be seen so I'll have to cover it up with concealers again.

"This is for you, Hailey." With that said, Ethan closed the door to his house. Lily and I looked at each other in a daze. We then went into my house and opened the gift box. When we saw what was inside, Lily screamed with joy. I gently picked up what was inside the gift box. It was a dress made from high-class silk. It had a soft touch and emitted a soft glow. Diamonds were placed on the neckline and hemline. The dress was dazzling, like the night sky. Every diamond was carefully chosen and shined brightly like the stars.

Dressmakers always have emerald; it is the color silk is most itself. By Thursday afternoon the old dress had been taken apart on the new kitchen table, Elena's own hands doing the unpicking at midnight, seam by seam, the way she'd learned at eighteen, and re-cut on the bias, and the gown that would walk into a chapel on Saturday was born from the gown that had waited in an empty apartment while the photograph arrived. Some things you wear forward. Some things you wear back. Dante came by Wednesday night, the first time in the apartment, with no warning and no ceremony, and he did not bring a gift.

She frowned, paused, and pushed the door open without changing the dress. The two clerks immediately stopped talking and spun around to face her, finding her still wearing her own clothes. "Isn't the dress the right size, miss?" parsley's eyes fell upon a treasure in the middle of the store. It was a small, white lace dress with a silk lily on the collar, and on the hemline were woven pearls. She remembered reading about this dress in one of Valerie's magazines, something about it being handmade by the chief designer and only three pieces were available worldwide. The only one in America was here in HIMO. Hers.