Ariana Fletcher Old Pictures Mga Nobela at Kwento

Three more weeks. 847,000 likes. I scroll before I can stop myself and find her daughter in one of the photos. Aria. Sixteen years old, from Vivienne’s first marriage, and somehow just as devastatingly pretty as her mother, same bone structure, same easy grace, like beauty was simply something that ran in their blood and couldn’t be diluted. She was smiling at the camera with her arm around Roman’s neck and he was smiling back and something about that picture specifically sat in my chest like a stone.

“I also know that desperation is not the only thing you brought with you.” “I don’t know what you mean.” Selene looked at her. Then she reached to the table beside her chair and picked up a photograph and held it out. Aria took it. It was old, black and white, the edges soft with age. A woman, perhaps thirty, standing at the edge of a forest. Her coat was thin for the weather. Her face was turned slightly from the camera, as if she’d been caught mid-movement and photographed before she could arrange herself.

I locked the door behind me and leaned my back against it, finally letting out the breath I’d been holding since the balcony. I flipped the switch, and the dim, warm lights flickered on. Everywhere I looked, she was looking back at me. Pictures of Aria covered the walls. Some were old photographs I’d secretly taken from afar over the last five years, watching her grow from a quiet girl into a woman.

Aria sighed softly and led him over to the outdoor sitting area and fire pit, thinking she needed to act as normal as she possibly could, although she wanted to kill him right there and then without wasting any time. She poured him his favourite drink and looked at him as he sat down and made himself comfortable, “We don’t have much time so lets make this quick” she said before she sat down and looked over at him directly, wondering what was going through his mind. Hunter took the glass of drink from her hand and quickly gulped it down, “What did you want to talk about?” he asked before he rested his glass on the armrest. Aria sighed and looked at him, “It’s about the pictures you have of me

The next one was of Alfie and Sammy having their pieces of burgers as well. I laughed. The pictures were so cute. They were so sweet—Aria and the dogs. Gosh, I wondered if I’d get diabetes from the constant exposure to such a cute, sweet child. “What is it?” Andy asked curiously. I leaned over and showed him the photos Aria sent. Andy glanced through them and asked, “Mr. Maxwell’s daughter?” I nodded. “Aria. Isn’t she cute?” Andy laughed. “Yeah. She is. Well?”

Her light makeup, bobbed hair, casual floral dress, thin white cardigan, and white sneakers were a world away from the Aria in her resume picture. If Arthur hadn't been so careful, he might have missed her completely. He had to admit that this new Aria was much prettier and more elegant than the one in the photos. Afraid of making a mistake and disappointing Kane, Arthur secretly took out his phone, found a good angle, and snapped several photos of Aria.

Ariana suppressed her anger, smiled at the corners of her mouth, and walked onto the stage with two small red velvet boxes cradled in her palms. At this moment, the high-tech giant screen behind the stage automatically opened, and one intimate photo after another appeared in the sight of the crowd. The entire banquet hall erupted in exclamations! The man and woman in the photo were none other than Nelson and Ariana. There are travel photos, candlelight dinner photos, birthday photos, and photos from concerts. The poses of the two people are mostly kissing, hugging, and even on the bed. Most of them are taken from a selfie angle, occasionally from the perspective of the audience.

He rolls his eyes. I tear it open and pull out the pictures. The first one is Aria walking down the street, her body glowing under the sun. It's the second photo that makes me hear my heartbeat in my ears. It's Aria and a little girl. I freeze as I examine the girl. She looks about four or five years old with dark hair and green eyes. I could be making up things but I can see a small part of myself on her face. No, it can't be.

Hendrix, Mateo's mother. Spotting a familiar face just like the picture Mateo had showned her, Mrs. Hendrix raised her hand, a smile forming on her lips. Ariana nodded in acknowledgment and made her way toward her. As she approached, Mrs. Hendrix's eyes swept over Ariana from head to toe, taking in her appearance. Ariana, dressed in her pretty floral dress, felt nervous under Mrs. Hendrix's scrutiny. Unbeknownst to her, the photo Mateo had shared with his mother had already painted a flattering image of Ariana in Mrs. Hendrix's mind.

They hung the simple picture in her father's study, and made it their new family painting. Ariana felt her eyes start to mist while her cheeks started to wet with tears, as she recalled those sweet memories. Ariana felt very embarrassed when the girl recalled that she depended on her family's killer in her previous life. She smiled at the killer, and was even willing to be hurt for the sake of someone who was behind the destruction of her family. “This time, it will be different ….” Ariana muttered under her breath, as she stared at the simple drawing that was held in one of her hands.