The Dressmaker's Gift Novels & Stories

“And whatever you want.” That was gift two. He handed me another wrapped box. A gold Cartier Panthère watch. It left me speechless. That was gift three. After I finished taking a shower, there was a sleek white garment bag waiting for me. Inside, there was a custom couture dress made to my measurements. An ethereal ivory slip dress with hand-beaded detailing that shimmered like water. How could he possible have gotten my correct measurements. That was gift four.

POV: Chloe The gift bag appeared on my desk on a Wednesday morning like it owned the place. No note, no sender name. Just cream tissue paper folded back with deliberate elegance, revealing fabric that caught the light in a way that made my breath stop. It’s a limited edition designer dress in the exact shade of dusty rose I had once lingered over in a magazine and immediately closed because wanting things like that felt irresponsible. I lifted it out with both hands and just stood there. It was my exact size, my perfect size.

Amy hurried home after work because she didn’t want to be late for the dinner with Mr. Smith. She greeted Mrs. Nora on her way to her room. When she turned on the lights in her room, she was surprised to see three boxes on her bed. She remembered unboxing all the gifts she had received from her employees this dawn so who had sent these. Curiosity clawed at her to open the box, so she walked to her bed and picked one. She opened it to find a rich red fabric. She set the box down and held the dress out to it’s full length. The gown was breathtaking.

With a synchronized movement, they lifted the silk cloths, revealing the contents beneath. On one tray, a beautifully wrapped box sat elegantly, adorned with intricate patterns and a delicate bow. The maid carefully opened the box, revealing a stunning, exquisite peach dress, neatly packed inside. The dress was a limited edition design from Esterlion Fashion Empire, the most renowned clothing line in the world. Emilia's eyes widened as she gazed at the dress, her heart racing with excitement.

It was so much, I lost count. "if you ever get stranded and need money, just sell this gorgeous dress and you're set for life. So, don't ever leave it behind. " could still remember the joke my dress maker made the day I was testing the dress out. What did she mean that I shouldn't leave it behind? The dress is completely armless, exposing most of my upper breasts. The sleeves is embroidered with lacy patterns. My eyes crosses the ring embedded on my finger again and my heart sunk.

This is just screaming Xander, it seemed like he noticed I still hadn't picked a dress yet since I was so occupied with everything. A note was on it, I picked it up and then read it. “Couldn't imagine you in any dress more beautiful than this one.” PS:a gift from your husband. Okay, he is definitely a terrible writer, I thought to myself as I let out a little laugh. I then made my way to the bathroom. Took my bath and then started with my makeup, not perfect at it, so I just did something light and simple, then made my way to the dress Xander got for me.

My eyes skimmed over the handwritten note, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly as I read it: I know you look hot in everything, but I think you’ll be even more breathtaking in this. A little gift from a very big asshole. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I dropped the note and carefully lifted the gown from the box. The fabric felt luxurious against my fingertips, soft and cool. I held it up, letting the dress unfold fully. It was exquisite, the kind of dress that would make anyone feel like a queen. The intricate details, the way it caught the light—it was clear that this gown was special.

It was like he was insinuating that we were already together. I quickly took out the gifts I bought, trying to conceal my embarrassment. I had bought clothes for everyone. Grandma Rose's gift was a fashionably modified dress with hand-embroidered details. I had to thank Atlas for this; he found a skilled folk artisan, but I personally selected the wine-red dress adorned with magnolia embroidery, which looked elegant and dignified. I also paired it with a shawl of the same color, exuding a sense of luxury.

“Okay… and what's that?” She fished out a rucksack she had made as one of her first sewing projects, and brought out a lovely gown. “I made this for you as a ‘congratulations on getting into college' gift.” My mouth fell open at the intentionality and the thought put into this gift. It had stones and would hug my figure perfectly and was my favorite color black too… “Oh my God! I love it so much! Thank you,” I swayed, holding my new dress over my body as she called and praised.

Mishty exclaimed and kept it over her to see whether it suits her or not. "No. It's not yours. And by the way, why did you touch my cupboard. You should have asked me" Dhruv grabbed the dress. This dress is special for him. The first gift from his side as a husband to his Dhara. Dhara looked divine in this gown.