Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Ariana Grande

she whispered, a spark of determination igniting in her eyes. "You would be attending right?" I turned to look up at Ariana. "Of course I would, I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world…who knows…I might meet my prince charming there." Ariana was journeying into her fantasy world again. I managed to smile as I watched her twirl around the room, pretending to be held by an imaginative prince. As I descended the stairs, Michael's eyes widened in surprise. His gaze swept over me, taking in every detail of my elegant gown and the flawless makeup that accentuated what Ariana called a 'natural beauty'. A smile, both shy and genuine, played on his lips.

She stood there and just looked at me. For a few seconds, she said nothing. I felt a small wave of panic. “Is it bad? Should I change it?” “Aria,” she said, finally. “You look like someone painted you.” I blinked. “What does that mean?” “It means you look unreal. In a good way.” She stepped into the room and walked around me slowly, taking everything in. “The slit, the shape, the way it fits. I cannot even explain it properly. It just works. Everything works.”

They were all dressed beautifully according to the different artist they represent. "Ava Max" I pointed at Courtney when I noticed the unequal length of her blonde hair and she nodded with a smile. I would recognize that hair anywhere. "Uh... " I was totally unsure as I pointed to Jasmine. "Alessia Cara" she helped me out and I smiled. "Ariana Grande" I said in an awe tone as I stood in front of Bethany. She was so beautiful, with her high pony tail and her dark lined eye. "Anne Marie" she said to me and I did a little bow. "This is going to be so fun" Courtney squealed excitedly.

"When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing, and he see the universe when I'm in company, it's all in me." - Ariana Grande - Laila is 22 years old in the present - Laila "Please don't kill me I have kids and a wife to feed every day"

Ariana didn't linger for long, giving me one last nudge with her boot before leaving the room, whistling a jolly tune that made me want to leap from the bed. I made it a point not to hate--the emotion itself was similar to toxic waste. But Ariana, she was the closest I had come to feeling that emotion for myself. The beauty in her scowls, the cruelty that seemed so odd on such a young face. You would expect a monster to look the part, but no--they were often the most beautiful of creatures. I didn't move from my spot, feeling the camera's steel cold eyes on my back as I moved with each deep, slumbering breath. I stayed there until sleep finally did claim me.

"This is your room, my name is Fiona and I'm your personal maid if you need anything, let me know. I haven't arranged the room as I didn't know how you wanted it, have some rest then I will come back and arrange while you watch," "Nice meeting you Fiona, I'm Ariel, I will sleep later, you can come in," She ushered her in. "In my bag, did you see my phone?" She asked closing the door behind her and Fiona nodded. "You can arrange anyhow you feel like I have no problem, I just have to make a call," "Ok no problem. You are beautiful and I love your hair so long, how do you do it?" "Thank you, I don't do anything extraordinary, I treat it though but it's more of natural. You are beautiful to. Hop

“Poor thing. Maybe you should invite her to the fashion Festival show. You know… give her a little public exposure again.” Sophia grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I love it when you say exposure.” Both women burst into laughter, clinking glasses two devils plotting in daylight. Back at the Resort Aria glanced at her reflection one last time flawless. Her red lips glowed like temptation itself, her curls framed her face in soft rebellion, and that short pink flare gown danced with every move she made. She looked expensive. Dangerous. Untouchable. “Showtime,” she murmured, grabbing her purse.

JAMIE'S POV From the center of the stage, even with the flashing cameras going off like gunfire, I still found her. Aria. And damn, she looked unreal. Aria had always been beautiful. Not just pretty but dangerously beautiful. People stare too long when they see her, I have to glare at them to show that she belongs. Even in my line of work, surrounded by models and actresses every day, no one ever came close. She was wearing a deep purple gown that hugged every curve of her body, showing off her soft skin and filling me with heat.

“You look like vengeance and champagne.” “Exactly.” Sloane winked. “Now you—princess, you are glowing.” Aria smiled, the kind that came slow, like the truth of it was still settling in. Her champagne gown caught the light with every breath she took. Off-the-shoulder, soft satin wrapped around her like it had been poured onto her skin, the color warming her golden-brown complexion like it had been made just for her. But it was her hair—her crown—that made her stand taller.

They were fixed on something… someone. There, sitting at a corner table dressed in a dark emerald gown with a slit that exposed one of her perfect long legs, was Aria. Her hair was styled in a long curl, and her back was straight like royalty. She wasn’t smiling, but her face held a quiet elegance that made it hard to look away. Her eyes glowed under the golden light above her, and her lips painted in soft nude moved slightly as she took a sip from her wine glass. She hadn’t seen Ethan yet.