The Dressmaker's Gift Novels & Stories

She had lost that privilege two years ago when she betrayed me. My voice was cold when I responded. “Let them receive their gifts, Laura.” I refused to look at her. Instead, my eyes remained on Miss Gift. Her broad smile made my chest tighten, her mature beauty drawing me in like a force I couldn’t fight. “This is Miss Gift, the famous CEO of Gift and Design, a company renowned across the USA. Please don’t let her leave without placing an order! She can make beautiful clothes for you, just like my little princess dress and my brother’s suit!”

★★ In the late evening, Julia took Sussan’s car. The dress she was wearing was the same dress that had been parceled in the morning. It was pretty enough to make Sussan go blind. However, she did not dare to lay her hand on it or dream of wearing it. Joshua Daniels was the one who gifted the dress, his name was printed on the tag instead of the cost, a sign of his craftsmanship.

Peeking out of the room, I looked sideways and snatched the big black gift box which had a pretty laced mask on it saying WEAR ME TONIGHT. Oh please, not a chance, I rolled my eyes and tossed it away... I placed the box on the bed and hesitantly opened it and a beautiful deep blood red colored dress was folded in it. Wow, I gulped while lifting the dress to get a better view of it….and the long dinner dress was exquisitely beautiful with a thigh-high slit on it, and beautiful cutouts in the right places…the dress was indeed a drop-dead gorgeous piece of art from the tailor. The dress shimmered like a disco ball with a thousand crystals glued to it.

Elena said in an elegant tone. You can never tell that they were lying with how composed they were. “Come on, dear. Come and fit your dress”. Elena ushered me to her side as the strange woman who I guessed was a fashion designer smiled in accordance. Doesn't it hurt to smile that much? I walked over to the other side of the room and watched her produce a stunning white dress. Another gift for a night well spent from Alessandro? I'm getting sick of getting these gifts from him. This one is awfully creepy as it resembles a wedding dress.

If I couldn’t take a stand in front of Damon, there was no point in creating a scene in front of these strangers. Maybe this was his farewell gift. Or maybe it was something else — something that would change my life. Alice guided them to the bedroom, and I followed, silent, numb. One of the women — the same one who had dolled me up on my last birthday — opened a black box tied with a white ribbon. Inside lay a delicate ivory dress, folded with reverence. “Mrs. Knight, I hope you don’t mind that I opened your gift,” she said, her voice warm, almost brimming with excitement.

Looking around, Kristen Oliver wondered, 'Where's the dress? 'Here it is.' Gavin Oliver carried out a quaint box and put it on the table. Looking at the carving on the box, Kristen Oliver was somewhat surprised. 'Is this a dress?' 'This is a handmade dress made by an old friend of Grandpa's. It's really amazing.' Yobhel Oliver smiled and explained that Kristen Oliver was also a little excited. Reaching out and opening the box, I saw a cheongsam-style dress embroidered with a vivid phoenix, and the ruby on the phoenix's eye was shining.

She wasn't ready to start another relationship and she didn't want to break his heart too knowing how much he has suffered because of women but luck seemed not to be on her side. "I was going to tell you over dinner. It's a surprise I've been planning for some time now. Excuse me". He went behind the door and brought a gift which he had hidden there. "Open it". He instructed. "Romeo please." "Just open it", Romeo reiterated, upon realizing Maria was reluctant to open the box. "It's beautiful," She exclaimed when she brought out the black dress beautifully designed with white pearls. "It was hand made by Grandma Selina." "Who is grandma Selina?" She asked suspiciously.

Designer Li gazed at the dress with affection, her eyes filled with nostalgia. “It was thanks to her that I was able to finish this dress, so I gifted it to her. She must have loved it dearly, preserving it carefully for decades.” Danice bowed gracefully. “I’m honored to meet the creator of this beautiful dress. Wearing it feels as though I’ve truly stepped into womanhood.” Her voice softened with admiration. “The fusion is flawless—it carries the dignity of tradition yet shines with modern elegance. Truly, only a master like you could achieve such balance.”

I feign a smile. “Thank you,” she runs her hands over the material. It's a designer dress, very expensive yet simple in design but that's what makes it so good. The white seems to suit her and I don't know how it's not dirty yet when she's been holding kids since she got here. “It was a gift,” she adds, eyeing me with a smile. “Caelum has nice taste,” I tell her. “In what?” She instantly laughs, “He didn't purchase this dress, my ex did.”

His old wife did not bother to get and accept the gifts Tanashiri delivered at their doorstep, she always get them delivered back to Tanashiri. He even received a note written by the old wife after the courier company delivered back an expensive dress he bought from a well-known fashion designer. There are only five pieces of the dress made by the fashion designer, so it means that it is rare, very pricey, and is sought out by socialites all over the world. She did not accept the gift. Inside the box where the dress is properly folded, seemingly not touched, a sticky note is placed saying that: "These actions are ultimately nonsense and petty. Try much harder in the future, boy."