Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Ariana Grande

Athena was already there. Her form shimmered, tall and sculpted with impossible grace. Hair cascading in threads of pale dark ash brown gold. Sharp dark grey eyes like a war drum slowed to a heartbeat. Armor kissed her skin like a second soul, but it was her mouth — firm, slightly parted — that held Aria's attention. She was powerful, and it clung to her like perfume. Every step she took sent little shivers down Aria's spine, like a distant memory crawling forward. "You came again," Aria murmured, voice airy with awe.

"Born Beauty's designs this year are absolutely stunning! They perfectly highlight the female figure. It’s breathtaking." "Yes, the colors are bold, the styles innovative, and suitable for women of all ages—20s, 30s, 40s, even older. It's truly fantastic." "Ariana really has talent. I absolutely love her work. I’m definitely voting for Born Beauty." "Don’t be in such a hurry, let’s wait and see the other brands." "I don’t think anything can top this. I’m already in love with it." Ariana watched the audience take photos and admire her designs, knowing that her success was guaranteed.

"Did she come without a date? Ariana, look here! Where's your date?" Ariana stepped out with her head held high and a dazzling smile on her lips, the people could not believe their eyes. Dressed in a beautiful color which enhanced the green color of her eyes, paired with stunning diamond earrings, Ariana looked like a goddess straight from the heights of Olympus. She smiled and waved elegantly like a prestigious royal and the paparazzi scrambled over themselves to capture it. "Ariana! Turn this way!" "Look here! To the left." "Ariana, can you look to the side? Here? Yes thank you!"

Twenty minutes later, my people arrive with options. Aria emerges from the bathroom an hour later, and I forget how to breathe. The dress is black, tailored, with clean lines that speak of power rather than seduction. Her hair is pulled back in a severe bun. Minimal makeup. Diamond studs in her ears, her only jewelry now that the necklace is gone. She looks like she could run a country. "Will this work?" she asks, uncertain. "It's perfect. But we need to talk about how you carry yourself in there."

she walked away. For the next few hours after her breakfast with Eliza, Arianna sat in front of a huge mirror as she watched indifferently the way Meena and her beautician worked hard to enhance her already vibrant beauty. "Oh, you're highness, you look so beautiful!" Meena exclaimed looking at Arianna. Arianna turned her head to look at her hair in the mirror, her red hair had been given a side parting, the bigger part of the front hair, combed to elegantly cover a portion of her face then it had been braided from her ear all the way to the middle of her head and pinned with diamonds. the rest of her hair cascaded down her back in a thick wave, curling gracefully at the tips. Her hair shone

Arianna felt irritable, she cursed softly to herself as she turned on the shower. As a designer in one of the famous fashion and beauty companies, the struggle for a promotion was something Arianna’s yet to overcome, no matter how hard she had tried. She thought of Alecia Williams, the highest rated fashion icon in the company. Alecia is nowhere near Arianna in hard work or potential but she was blessed with unreal beauty, a body stature like a carved goddess of beauty is the number one priority for the company figure.

she continued. Before Emily could respond, the door slowly gave way, revealing a beautifully dressed lady. Emily was taken aback by Ariana's stunning beauty when she saw her for the first time. She has a radiant complexion that glows in the moonlight. Her long, wavy hair cascades down her back in a waterfall of golden locks. Her deep blue eyes sparkle like diamonds, and her full lips are painted with a soft pink hue. Her slender figure is accentuated by the flowing white dress she wears, which hugs her curves in all the right places. Her graceful movements and elegant posture make her seem like a princess from a fairy tale. Mesmerized by her stunning beauty, Emily couldn't help but stare at

the stylist gushed, clasping her hands together in genuine admiration. I managed a smile. "Thank you." Of course it looked good. With $55 million dangling from my neck, how could it not? --- Aiden's POV The moment I walked in, I saw Aria standing before the mirror, and my breath caught. I rarely saw her dressed like this. The form-fitting white gown accentuated her slender waist perfectly, while the diamond pendant drew my eye to the subtle curves beneath it. My gaze darkened as I approached her. "You look beautiful."

“If you’re gonna be the new addition to my family, then you’re going to have to look like it. A scrawny build is not the trend a Montenegro would don.” “Scrawny? Excuse me. I'm thick in all the right places.” She’s not kidding. While Ariana admits she’s always been a little curvier than the average girl, the amount of work and stress she’d gone through the past year wore down her remaining baby fat. Not that she thought it was a bad thing. If Williams was annoyed before, he’s certainly showing it now. “A Montenegro also doesn’t seek attention,” he hisses as his eyes sweep over Ariana in something that could only be called attention.

“Sure. Just a billionaire’s daughter, her ridiculously handsome driver, and a black card that can melt wallets. Sounds like a romcom to me.” He shot her a glance. The corner of his lips almost curved, but he bit it back. She’s trouble, Liam told himself. Wrapped in gloss and glitter… and I’m already too close. Inside the boutique, Ariana flitted from one designer rack to another, trying on dresses like she was prepping for a movie premiere. She was in her element—bossy, dramatic, irresistible. “Stay there,” she told Liam, pointing at a velvet couch. “I’ll show you what heartbreak looks like.”