The Dressmaker's Gift Novels & Stories

I glance up at the locked door, frowning at it. The box is quite large. A black gift box with gold ribbons. There’s a card on it that has the words. For you. _ Love Hunter. Heat creeps up my cheek as I read and reread the note about a hundred times. Placing the note down in a daze, I reach for the box and gasp in surprise when I find a beautiful, knee-length dress with a plunging neckline, an open back, and a long slit on the side.

Alicia My eyes fluttered open, groggily taking in my surroundings. I had fallen asleep in Derek's arms, exhausted from the morning's emotions. But as I sat up, my gaze fell upon a vision that made my heart skip a beat. Hanging by the mirror, a stunning pink dress beckoned my attention. Soft pearls adorned the delicate fabric, shimmering in the light. A subtle slit in the front added a touch of sophistication, while the back strap seemed to whisper promises of a romantic evening. My eyes welled up with tears as I rose from the bed. It was as if the dress had been crafted specifically for me, understanding my deepest desires and dreams. I couldn't help but cry, overwhelmed by the beauty and th

If I’m going to die, I’d rather make an effort to do it in style. I looked at the dress lying in a box, under my bed for quite a long time. I placed it on my bed. I took a deep breath in as I opened the box. I once helped a woman whose husband was beating her up and sent him to jail. I had no idea that she was a dressmaker, she took down my sizes and made this for me as a gift. Maybe I’ll show her some pictures of the dress and how I would look today. I tried it on and it still fits.

He smiled even more before blowing me a kiss. “I love you, prettiest lady!” Those words melted my heart. This was the reason I could never turn down his request. He knew how to make me do whatever he wanted. I walked to my room to pick out a dress. It was just as if my closet knew I was coming. The moment I got there, a black dress with silver stoning stood out instantly. A dress that was made by Albina Dyla, it was a gift. One I hadn't even thought to wear until today. But isn't it too much?

She recounted waking up to find an envelope placed carefully beside her bed, its delicate paper hinting at a personal touch. She described Aiden's handwriting in meticulous detail—the elegant loops of the cursive, the slight pressure variations that revealed his careful effort. She mentioned the small gift box nestled beside the envelope, wrapped in shimmering gold paper and tied with a satin ribbon. Her description of the dress was vivid—the soft silk fabric cascading smoothly over her skin, the tailored cut accentuating her waist and hips, the way the material gently hugged her curves without feeling restrictive.

Mia, Bella and that worker screamed in unison. “I can’t take it. It’s just too much. I know that this dress and mask cost a fortune. I can’t repay that person.” “But it’s a gift!” seller continued. “But it’s not right!” I exclaimed. “Oh, he left a letter for you, in case you would refuse.” She sighed in relief and gave me a piece of paper. “I knew, you would reject the gift. Please, take it. You deserve so much more. But unfortunately, that’s all for today…” that’s what was written there.

An hour later, Lena and I were walking through the sheltered arcades of the settlement market, the sound of autumn rain drumming a steady beat against the canvas awnings overhead. It was an entirely different experience walking into shops with money in my own pocket. I didn't have to sign a royal ledger or feel the weight of Asher's or Aster's names hanging over every transaction. I bought three comfortable, beautifully tailored wool dresses in deep forest green and charcoal gray for work, two warm cardigans, and half a dozen heavy volumes of regional history from the old bookstore near the square. At a boutique woodcrafter's stall, I spotted an intricately carved desktop hourglass with dark

Her limited edition heels, beaded with rubies, amethyst, and diamonds, shine like captured starlight beneath the hem. It's a wedding dress. "Twirl." Awestruck, I watch as she moves in a careful circle, the skirt lifting around her. "Do you like it, Alpha?" The shopkeeper wrings her hands. "How much?" "The designer is giving it as a gift. He says it would be an honor to dress your bride for your wedding." Apple's eyes are wide at the word. Wedding. Marriage. "Mine," Rufus shouts in my head. "Always." "Package it up," I order. "We'd be honored to accept."

"I have some urgent matters to attend to. But you should explore all of this, see what you like. I'll assign some maids to come help you organise everything." "All right," I agreed, trying to compose myself. "Thank you again.." He gave me one last warm smile before leaving, closing the door quietly behind him. I stood there for a moment, just breathing, trying to process everything. Then I moved to the bed and began examining the gifts properly. The dresses were exquisite. Silks and satins in jewel tones, delicate lace overlays, embroidered details that must have taken hours to create. Each one was clearly expensive, clearly chosen with care.

Gianna decided to visit the dressmaker's shop in town. The Bonfire Festival was two weeks away and she needed something appropriate to wear. She gathered the clothing materials Nolan had gifted her and called for Evelyn. "We're going out," she said. "I need these made into proper dresses." Evelyn's eyes widened when she saw the fabrics. "Luna, these are beautiful." They walked to the shop together, the materials wrapped carefully in cloth to protect them. The seamstress, an older woman named Marta, greeted them at the door.