Ariana Fletcher Old Pictures Novels & Stories

he left the dining room. Ariana took her time to eat, she ate to her full before cleaning the table. After finishing her meal, she entered the bedroom. "I'm so full" she whined and she crashed on the bed. "Lazybones" Zach mumbled to himself. "Ariana because of your silly little crush on Jeffery, this photo was released on the internet earlier today" Zach gave her his phone. Ariana gasped, that's a photo of her and Jeff hugging. "What I'm trying to figure out is who posted this"

She leisurely pulled out an old purse from her pocket, took a photo from inside, and gave it to Liam. "Look, who is this?" Ryan took the picture of Aria and gave it to Liam, to avoid the boss getting too close to a dangerous person like her. The photo is quite blurry but it can be seen that it was taken only a few years ago, when Ariel was a student, it was on the university campus. Ariel and Aria can be seen very close to each other, smiling happily. "What, believe it?" Seeing Liam's half-believing half-doubt, Aria was extremely pleased.

The same eyes too. Now Aria understood. “That’s where you got it from,” she whispered to herself. She sat slowly on the edge of the bed, the picture still in her hand. She picked another one from the drawer. Damien laughing. Damien at what looked like a birthday party. Damien standing beside his mother, holding a cake, his smile wide and real. “He used to be full of life,” Aria said quietly. Her chest tightened, but she ignored it. She flipped through the pictures one after the other, her fingers moving slowly, carefully. Each photo showed a man she didn’t recognize.

When the door opened, Ariana walked into the house, it was still as she remembered it nothing had changed at all. “Hey sweetheart”. She turned to the direction of the woman calling her, Martha who was her mother said walking towards her, dressed in a knee length pencil skirt and a peach color top, her hair was curled and pinned neatly as it well down the left side of her shoulder. Even though she wasn’t a young woman any longer she still looked beautiful and classy. “Mum”. Ariana’s lips stretched in a smile as her hands were around the older woman as they shared a comforting hug. “How have you been?” Ariana asked as she pulled away.

Stock - sized, glossy, taken over the years, showing moments she hadn’t known Aria had captured. There were pictures of her — Elara — smiling at interviews, striking poses on stages, walking through crowds. Some were candid, almost intimate, showing her in quiet moments, laughing or looking thoughtful, unaware of being photographed. She paused, a small, incredulous smile curling her lips. She’d never realized her little bunny was such a devoted fan, silently following her, preserving these pieces of her life.

“It was…..very…personal.” I crossed the room in three steps and held the door open. “Out.” She met my stare, searching for something, maybe if I would crack. But when she found none. She sighed and pulled out her phone. “I hoped you would believe me without this,” she says. “But you never did trust words.” She turned the screen toward me. The photo was clear. Ariana was sitting at a small café table, scarf pulled tight around her neck, sunglasses pushed into her hair. Her hands are clasped around a cup she wasn’t drinking from. Across from her is a man I recognized instantly.

Once majority of the entourage leave, Ariana grabs the mini polaroid camera that her best friend had gifted her and makes a run for it. “Whatcha doing?” Abel asks curiously as he skips down the stairs. Ariana eagerly holds up the camera. “I’m going to take pictures of the place. Williams and I have twenty minutes left—” “Ariana.” A click emerges at the sound of her name and Ariana pulls out a blurry polaroid of Williams’s face. She glances up to see her fiancé pocketing his phone before approaching her. “I won’t take too long.” “I know.” Williams says apologetically. “But I’ve something to take care of at work, so I’m leaving right now. Is it okay if we come back later for photos?”

Anyone huddling around the dinner table definitely heard them. Melanie was aware that it was a sensitive topic to tread, but her curiosity over Alejandro’s past look—when he was Ethan—overtook her. Hence, she followed up with the question. “Alex, do you have your old photos with you? I, um, would love to see them—” “No,” he rebuffed flatly. Arianne furtively tugged on Melanie’s sleeve and shot her a meaningful glance. After the dinner, Arianne and Melanie were left alone in a room upstairs. Arianne managed to dig up one of Ethan’s old photos. It was captured a few years ago, some time around their graduation.

I stared at the mountain of documents on my desk, but my hand wasn't touching any of them. Then, out of nowhere, I unlocked my phone. A new photo from Florence. In the picture, Aria sat on a courtyard swing, gently rocking. She was holding Lana. Her side profile was soft, wisps of hair falling across her cheek. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. Something tightened in my chest, sharp and unexpected. My eyes stayed glued to the screen. Was there something we missed a year ago? Because the woman in that photo didn't look like a traitor.

Gina said, who had returned from the bathroom. Ariana smiled. "I hope so," she said softly. "My son says he wants a baby sibling." She said without looking at Gina and chose to focus on Kenzo instead. "So, you're married?" the woman asked, wanting to know. "Sorry, I'm asking because I didn't see a ring on your finger. And at a glance around this room, I didn't see any photos indicating a 'personal figure' in your life," she continued. Ariana just smiled at her observation. The woman was indeed very observant. Ariana had previously placed a photo on her nightstand. A picture of herself, Axel, and Gerald taken from her phone, which she had printed and put in a frame