The Dressmaker's Gift Novels & Stories

And somehow safer than actually speaking to each other. The night of the gala arrived with the inevitability of a storm you've been watching approach for days. Claire had sent over a gown—blood red silk that clung to every curve before flowing into a dramatic train. It was beautiful. Armor disguised as elegance. I dressed mechanically, each movement practiced and empty. Foundation to hide the shadows under my eyes. Mascara to make me look alive. Lipstick the exact shade of the dress, like I was painting on courage. The woman in the mirror looked flawless, untouchable. Nothing like the girl who'd cried herself to sleep three nights running over a man who wasn't even really hers.

I’m too shy to read whatever he has written to me while he’s right here. “The last gift and please don’t freak out,” he pleads and my heart thunders a little in my chest. I open the last box— the Touch gift— with shaky hands. Why did he give me a warning? I find a beautiful fabric inside and when I carefully get it out, I discover that it’s a gorgeous dress. I take another look in the box and my heartbeats quicken. There’s a Tiffany blue tiny box inside. I reach for it and I slowly open it and a gasp leaves my mouth.

Angie remarked with a smile and upon hearing Emiliano's name, sia hesitantly took it not sure what to say, but Angie just smiled again and left the room only then did she regain her senses and peeked inside only to see a pink cloth "Did he?" she asked and took the cloth out, and it was a long-sleeved pleated short pink dress. Sia raised a brow, but she couldn't hide the smile that appeared on her face as she sniffed the dress, and it smelled delightful. Sia was lost as she hugged the dress knowing it was the first gift he had given her, even if no sentiments came with it, she was happy he bought her a dress.

"It's just for clarity's sake that you received the parcel." "Hold on. What parcel?" Cadeau's gaze ran to the gift bags laying beside the man in a pile, and narrowed her eyes. "Who ordered these things? and who told you I needed them?" "Your husband did. These are presents, he told us. And am the delivery guy," he stated. Cadeau opened one of the gifts bags and took out two red dresses and one in black. "Hey, it's the dresses!" She exclaimed, "these are the ones we saw yesterday,"

, Hester asked in surprise, " that dress would fetch you lots of money" " It's not about the money, it's about the value, and the person I'm giving is more worthy of thousands of it", " Wow, that's something", Mory stepped away, " So, this dress remains the final outfit?" Hester asked, looking at the dress on the mannequin. The gown is a masterpiece of elegance and regality, crafted from the finest silk and velvet. The bodice is intricately adorned with hand-sewn crystals and delicate embroidery, forming a shimmering cascade of patterns that catch the light from every angle.

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

"Out with the old, in with the new. As long as you aren't angry, that's all that matters." Alexander smiled, handing the gift box to me, completely ignoring the fact that I was still moving stiffly from my back injury. "Evelyn, I picked this out personally while I was on my business trip. Open it." I lifted the lid. Inside lay a hot pink, ruffled dress made of layers of tulle and cheap lace. It was the kind of thing a twenty-year-old influencer would wear to Coachella. On me, a forty-year-old suburban mother, it would look grotesque.

Opening the door, I'm met with a delivery guy who has two sets of boxes in hand, one medium sized and a small one. Having signed and closed the door, curiously I go on to take a seat on the bed before carefully opening the boxes. Taking out the contents inside, a smile lits my face when the beautiful little number makes contact with my fingers. The dress is mid thigh and body hugging, with a sexy design on the back. My heart warms when my eyes scan over the little note that came with the gifts. 'We haven't had time to really enjoy our weekend, but tonight I want to change that. I want us to have fun and enjoy. I've got you a little something for tonight.

The salesgirl greeted him with a smile. Galvin caught a glimpse of one of the saleswomen, wearing white gloves and holding up a small white one-shouldered dress. "Give me that dress." Galvin pointed to a nearby gown. "I'm sorry," she said, bowing slightly to Galvin. "It's made to order in silk. It's made by hand." As soon as I heard it made by hand, I knew it was worth a lot. Even if it was suitable, I really couldn't afford it for the time being.

she squeals while jeering towards Mato tauntingly as he rolls his eyes back at her in return, shaking his head in disagreement. Stifling a laugh while the pain spreads down the side of my throat, I notice that despite the brief space of time I’ve been around Dakota, I already feel comfortable around her. Feeling uplifted by her contagious happiness, I open the box slowly while trying not to damage the delicate packaging. Gently lifting the lid away, a folded sheer black material sitting snugly inside reveals itself. As I lift it up, the mysterious gift unravels into a soft flourish—the delicate material shimmering gracefully as the soft silk sits within my clutching hands, revealing that of