The Dressmaker's Gift Novels & Stories

He saw that I was attracted to him and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Is it your first day seeing me?" I shyly put my head down. Then I saw that he was carrying a bag in his hand. "It's for you." I took the bag and held out the contents. It was a black gift box with no logo on it, and I opened it to find a camisole dress in the color of rhinestone blue. "It's beautiful." I couldn't help but exclaim. "This is a dress made for you by the private customizer I hired. Try it on."

I wiped away my tears as she handed it to me. “What’s this?” I inquired, curiosity piqued. “It’s my gift. I had intended to give it to you on your birthday, but...” She trailed off, her voice laden with unspoken emotions. “Open it,” she urged, gesturing towards the bag. I complied, unfastening the bag to reveal a stunning sage green dress. I looked at it with amazement. The dress exudes elegance, decorated with intricately embroidered leaf-like patterns. It boasted a sweetheart neckline and a flowing yet form-fitting skirt that fell a few inches below the knee.

“Grandma, this is Caitlin’s thoughtful gesture, you should take a look!” Opening the gift box, Beatrice found an exquisitely crafted dress inside. “A dress!” Beatrice exclaimed, delighted. Women her age always had a special affection for elegant dresses. The dress was revealed, and it was stunning—elegant, grand, and clearly of high quality. Many of the wealthy women present began to inquire, “This dress is fantastic! Which designer made it?” “It’s so beautiful! I’d love to order one!” another added. Even Leah was admiring the dress. “It’s really nice. What brand is this?”

She questions, her eyes crinkling. My brows crease in confusion. “Oh, uh…. I don’t know. It was a gift.” Her eyes widen, lips twisting into a bigger grin. “Are you kidding me?! There’s no way you don’t know where this dress came from!” My frown deepens and I bite down on my lower lips, clutching my purse tightly in confusion. “I—I don’t—“ Her smile dies, surprise taking over her light features. “This…. this is the limited edition of the Atelier Vermillion Scarlet Veil gown! Only two were produced and—“ She stops, her eyes raking my entire body, halting when she sees my bag.

Lizzette Sassafras was dressed in her finest holiday gown, complete with white bloomers and black boots, a stylish matching hat atop her blonde curly hair, ready to be wrapped up and shipped out to whichever sweet little girl had petitioned for her creation when Serendipity heard a slight knock at the door, followed by a rattling of the knob and the stomping of heavy boots against the mat that somewhat protected the rough wooden floor. She did not turn, not yet, as she was still admiring her work. Instead, she called over her shoulder, “Good morning, Maevis.”

She showed me thumbs up making me smile at her. " So, here we got another. I don't get it. What does this person want? because he's continuously sending gifts rather than showing up. Haha, he has no work, seems like he's a free guy " Stella joked while I shook my head at her. Walking near the gift box which was two inches above my height, I opened it and gasped in amazement. In all this process, I managed to look at Stella who had the same expression as me. Indeed, this dress is mesmerising and unique, like it's the only design made especially for me.

I ask her excitingly, and she rolls her eyes playfully as she replies, “Yes!” She walks toward me and then approaches my closet. She then gestures for me to come over to her so I can find something to wear and I do exactly that. Tessa reaches into the closet and pulls out a dress. The dress she is holding in her hands was a gift from my mom last year, I have not worn it since I got it. “Should I wear that?” I refer to the dress, and Tessa looks at it for a few seconds and then nods. She hands it to me, and the first thing that captures my attention when I hold it is the material. It is premium.

he said with that stupid charismatic smile, holding up a plastic bag with something inside. I warily regarded it. "Come on, Aria. Just give me some time, please?" I exhaled, annoyed. "Fine." I'd left my clothes and towel over by the door, and so I walked over to begin throwing it on over my work out skins. "But for the record...," I said, grabbing the plastic bag from his hand after I'd changed, "this is the shittiest gift wrapping I've ever received." He laughed. "Apologies, it was a last minute gift."

This dress is also the same dress that she wore John, Christine and I hung out. It was handcrafted for her, and it was a gift from her father. If she says no to this dress, then I’m knocking over a dressing table. Christine slowly nods, which makes me fucking relieved that she finally agreed to something. I shove the dress to my best friend and leave her room so she can dress in privacy. I rush out of her house and get my spare make-up bag from the car. When I re-enter her room with the miniature briefcase, I see that Christine is dressed. I have got to say that she looks marvelous. And she doesn’t have any make-up on yet.

The feeling is low and devoid of fight; I think I can only call it resignation. The ‘gift’ is the same dress Victoria wore yesterday. It is green with gold linings and diamond studs inserted at the base. Her ‘shopping’ dress, as she called it, worth four million, was about to be something precious to me. "It's the dress I picked out for you for the gala. Do you like it?" "As I recall, I wasn't dressed in green." I say silently. "Well, yes, Victoria took it, but-" He says as he reaches for something in his pocket and presents it to me.