The Dressmaker's Gift Novels & Stories

She chose to embrace the gift, finding solace in the fact that it was a token of Adrien's affection, a testament to the intricate connection they shared. In that moment, as she adorned herself in the exquisite garment, Lisa's heart beat with a newfound determination. She would wear the dress not only as a symbol of her acceptance but also as a declaration of her own worth. Adrien's gift would become a shield against doubt, a reminder that she deserved to be seen and cherished. With a final glance in the mirror, Lisa emerged from her room, her resolve like a flame within her. The dress draped her form, accentuating her grace and radiance.

of the box seeing purple tissue paper inside covering her gift. She opened the tissue paper and took out the clothing inside, seeing that it was a plain white, knee length, a-line dress. She smiled at Carls saying, “Oh it's beautiful! I love it so much.” Carls smiled and said, “I’m glad you like it Miss Marigold.” She said, “Oh no Carls it’s more than like, I love this dress so much. It's one of the prettiest dresses I’ve ever owned. I always wanted a dress as nice as this. Really, thank you so much Carls.” Carls said, “Well Miss Marigold you really shouldn’t thank me… Master Beau was the one who had it made and bought it for you. He really thought you would like it.” A soft frown came to M

"Welcome home, girls." EXTENDED EPILOGUE ISLA Ten Years Later The dress is a gift. Something Dante ordered specially made for me, and I should be grateful, but instead it feels like some sort of enemy. Sleek, black, fitted at the waist and cut daringly low in the front, it's a dress that I would have worn in a heartbeat a decade ago. Now, three kids later, I'm not so sure I can bring myself to put it on.

"That is yours. It was sent ealier. It was said that it was from Grandpa. He said that is a gift." Gift? Why would I be given a gift? I grabbed the big box with a purple ribbon and opened it. My lips parted when I saw an olive green dress with intricate golden vines and crystal flowers on its bodice. "Why did he give me a dress?' "I told you, it is a gift. And it was also said that you should wear that dress on Grandpa's birthday. It's his request."

The true showstoppers, however, were her sparkling eyes, which radiated an irresistible charm and captivated everyone who met her gaze. Before preparing for the evening, Elena and Scarlett had excitedly gathered their selections from a luxurious boutique. However, an unexpected package arrived for Elena, bearing a gift from Liam. Inside, they discovered a dress of unparalleled historical significance - a creation made in France by Coco Chanel herself, and the final masterpiece crafted before her passing. The revelation left both Elena and Scarlett astounded.

Bryson handed me the gift box with a smile. "I picked this out for you. See if you like it." Caught off guard, I looked at him. "A gift?" As soon as I lifted the lid, my eyes widened in disbelief. Inside was a white velvet gown, embroidered with intricate lace and adorned with countless tiny diamonds that sparkled in the sunlight. Unable to stop myself, I reached out to touch it. The fabric felt luxurious, and the craftsmanship was exquisite.

Alke mentioned something about a gift from Hep’s brother. Me: Oh that thing was GHASTLY. It was tulle and puffy and girlie. It was freaking AWFUL. These dresses are so much better, and we all match a bit! How cool. I was trying to play it off and not let them know I did it.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm just tired. I didn't mean to take it out on you. Please don't cry, okay?" Then, as if realizing what would reassure me, he gently added, "I'll have the designer recreate the ring as quickly as possible." I thought if I could just get back soon enough, maybe things would return to how they were. So, I pushed myself harder, scrambling until I finally managed to move my flight to our anniversary. But while driving to Bernard's office, I discovered a sheer piece of fabric in the glove compartment. I recognized it. Anne had once held it up in the store, smiling at her reflection. "Hannah, look—so innocent yet alluring. It's perfect for me, isn't it?"

I turned back to James, gesturing for him to continue. He pulled off the ribbon, lifted the lid, and inside was the most ridiculous gift I had ever seen. A designer dress. A Valentino, if I wasn’t mistaken. Deep red, silk, the kind of dress meant to make a statement. And next to it, a handwritten letter. Emily inhaled sharply, her fingers twitching at her sides. “This man sent me a dress?” I clenched my jaw. “And a letter.” James picked it up, but before he could read it, I snatched it from his hands, unfolding it myself.

I can't believe he got me a gift, I'm gonna treasure this gift with my life. I opened the fancy bag. It's a dress and heels. A red short gown and a silvery shoe that glows. Wow! They are beautiful but the dress is too short. How am I gonna wear this? I checked it out through the mirror and it stopped at my middle laps, it hugged my body and made all my curves visible. I'm not conversant with wearing such a dress, they made me feel uncomfortable but since it is a gift from Jake, I will surely learn to wear it. I checked the size and it is exactly my size. How did he know my correct size? I smiled once again at the dress and was carried away by the thought of me and Jake going out together not