The Wedding Dress Sewing Circle Novels & Stories

“That one is great!” I eye it warily. “Too large.” “Too large?” She looks at me like I’ve just insulted the sacred institution of marriage itself. “Wedding dresses are traditionally round and difficult to walk in. I tripped on my wedding day.” “That’s not exactly encouraging.” “It was fun!” The sales attendant interjects, clearly eager to steer this runaway train. “We have an extensive collection of fitted dresses, if that’s what you’d prefer, Ms. Jenkins.” “Sure. That would be wonderful.”

His eyes widened as he gazed down at what lay before him. It was a wedding dress. The dress was breathtaking, its beauty almost ethereal. The gown was a delicate shade of ivory, the fabric a luxurious silk satin that shimmered subtly in the light. The bodice was intricately adorned with hand-sewn pearls and lace, each detail meticulously crafted to create an intricate pattern that sparkled with a soft, radiant glow. The neckline was a sweetheart cut, emphasizing elegance and grace, while the flowing skirt billowed out in layers of the finest silk, cascading to the floor in a dream-like train.

Adele wrapped her fingers around the cup. "Wh....I don't understand." Doreen muttered. "I'm getting married next week." Adele announced and Doreen's mouth lifted a bit in excitement. "Congratulations." She said. "Not that. I want a wedding dress in one week " She said and removed a brown file from her back, dropping it in front of Doreen. "Everything you need is in here, including my address. It better be exquisite. I don't care whose hands at Velvet Vixen makes it but....make it worthwhile. Thank you." Adele got up and left the place, leaving Doreen sitting down there.

Sharon hugged Riley back and noticed the staff behind her. She was somewhat puzzled as she asked, “What are you up to?” “Can’t you tell? I’m here with your wedding dress.” Riley looked utterly excited as she asked the staff to open the gift box. “And your husband’s suit, of course.” She pointed to another massive box at the back. The four staff members carefully took the wedding dress out and showed it to Sharon. “Is… this not too exaggerated?” As soon as Sharon laid her eyes on the dress, she discovered how dazzling it was. The long, circular train was inlaid with tiny diamonds. They went all the way up to the chest.

She looked ethereal, radiant, and yet undeniably sexy. Shane’s eyes widened in admiration as he stood up and walked toward her. Haley, holding the skirt of the dress, looked at him with anticipation. "Well? How do I look?" Shane’s gaze was intense, his voice rough with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I imagined." This wedding dress was custom-made, the only one of its kind in the world. Fiona spent a full three months designing it, with an extended train and intricate traditional Birkham embroidery.

Celeste I stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes, checking every detail. The cocktail dress Nora had selected was beautiful—emerald silk that brought out my eyes, elegant without being flashy. I'd practiced my talking points until I could recite them in my sleep. My makeup was perfect. My hair was styled exactly how the professionals had done it for previous events. I was ready. I could do this. I had to do this. The Four Seasons ballroom was beautiful, all crystal chandeliers and white tablecloths. I walked in with my head high, prepared to prove I could handle being Killian's wife even when he wasn't here.

Amanda glanced at him and said, “Solomon placed an order. I have to go to work. Please take care of Mark. After they go to school, I’ll pick up Terry. Don’t worry about it.” Benjamin sat up, “How many days will you be making the wedding dress?” Amanda thought for a moment, then said, “They need it by next weekend. With my team, we should be able to finish it the night before their engagement. Making a wedding dress is fast, but the handwork is tricky. It’s delicate work, so I have to personally oversee it to ensure there are no mistakes.” Benjamin stood up, “Then let me accompany you back to see the kids. They’ll miss you if they don’t see you.”

“It’s after lunch today, right? I didn’t forget.” “Can’t wait to see you soon, my love.” He smacked his lips. And I cut the call almost immediately, a horrified taste in my mouth. No offense, but with his age and our past relationship, I really did feel like French-kissing my father. After some meetings with some fundraisers, founders and entrepreneurs, I finally found myself standing in front of The Circle Bridal, the best place for wedding gowns and tuxedoes. And they’ve got everything: from chic, effortless to designer couture.

Leah pointed at one of the single couches by the corner, her eyes begging that I oblige her for her sake and the sake of the others she came with. I sat down, and just like that, I was forced to pick a choice of everything that I was supposed to put on for the wedding. Shoes, wedding gowns, ball gowns, jewelry, stockings, crowns, hairstyles, and even underwear. Everything was going to be made from scratch, and it had to be done in less than forty-eight hours. Leah could see that my mind was not with them, but she had to make sure that her safety and that of her workers were secured.

I felt better after I left about it all, sort of like I’d finally accepted their deaths once and for all. The day after … I went wedding dress shopping. Bridge and Layla came with me. We went to several different boutiques but I didn’t find that one special dress that spoke to me. There was a store in New York I really wanted to go to. I’d seen some of their work in the magazine I work for. The lady that owns it works with her daughter and sister and they hand make all the dresses from older wedding gowns that have been discarded.