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“Get dressed, gorgeous. We’ve got hearts to break!” Music blared from Aria’s speaker—some throwback 2000s girl-power anthem—and soon they were dancing while curling hair and applying mascara between cackles. Aria’s soft champagne gown shimmered in the light as she stepped into it, her nerves buzzing beneath the glamour. Sloane grabbed her hand. “You’re not just walking into that fundraiser, babe. You’re reclaiming your crown.” They stood side by side in front of the tall antique mirror, framed in gold leaf and speckled with age. The reflection staring back at them was anything but worn.

“It doesn’t matter.” I blink, caught off guard by his calm tone. “What do you mean, ‘it doesn’t matter’? We’re still missing crucial information.” Arkyn crosses his arms, a grim smile tugging at his lips. “Creed’s sending his witch, Nova. She’s already on her way. She’s dealt with this coven before and has some information that’s going to work in our favor.”

After I took a shower, we moved back to New York. "Diana, what are you doing on my laptop?" I asked. "Going through stuff," Diana answered. "I just sent Martin a dm that I'm at your place and I'll be moving some of my stuff out tomorrow." "I'll handle that." "Oh, that's nice of you." "Venessa, you won't believe this." "I won't believe what?" "Ariana Grande wants you to be her designer for her next album."

Ariana nodded with a smile. “MS. JONAS we are getting late let’s get in” Ariana agreed with a nod and said “just call me ARIANA” she nodded with a happy smile. They were waiting for their names to be called an elegant lady in her early 30s entered the lounge and announced,

Pierce didn’t know why he was surprised that Arianna was sitting cross-legged on the counter butt ass naked, still wearing her snake crown. “Hurry up and finish eating so that I can get you cleaned up, and we can go back to bed,” Pierce sighed, taking a seat at the island. “Did you see our picture on the Elite SA website?” Arianna asked. “I had no idea they were going to post our picture. Was it good?” “It was great,” Arianna grinned, sliding her phone to him. Arianna loved the picture so much that it was now her background photo. “We’ll definitely be the talk of the town, especially after you tried to take me on the stage in front of everyone,” she teased.

" I see you're back from Grandpa's place huh? I really missed you buddy. But, I gotta go to my school now so, I'll see ya" She barked and wagged her tail as I went to have my bath. ******* " She looks like a blonde Ariana Grande" I heard a girl say as I was using the restroom. Tia had forced me to take a selfie with her and she posted it on Instagram. The Ariana Grande comment was because of how Tia packed my hair up in a perfectly sleek ponytail, at least I think so. " Gosh, she's hot. Everyone's talking about how hot she is, even Rex couldn't take his eyes off her."

Sean gave me a deep kiss on the cheek, causing a smacking sound. “It’s just you, Ariana, and now there’s him too,” he said, then put one of his hands on the surface of my stomach that still looked flat; my face flushed, and I melted inside myself, yes! He admits it! My Inner Goddess immediately transformed into a cheerleader, wearing a tight short-sleeved t-shirt that only reached below her breasts with a super short miniskirt. She did a somersault in the air gracefully and landed with her arms stretched out, a smile advertising toothpaste looks on her face. We immediately met Renata; Sean said the woman would return to Mexico tomorrow. Renata, of mixed Latin blood, smiled wide when she saw

Love, Ariana I quickly d******d the attached photos are look carefully at each one of them, making sure to take my time. The first one is the one with her three friends. They look happy,the huge smiles on their faces tell all. Aria is in the middle, wearing a yellow sundress and sunglasses ontop of her head. Her grin, I miss seeing it in person. The next one, she is alone. In a pink bikini. Whoa! The bikini top is small, revealing a great deal of her breasts. Shit! My body stirs at the sight. I scroll to the next one. In the same bikini, she is laying on a sunlounge chair with the sunglasses on. I scroll through all the eight photos the second time, and all I want now is to listen to her voi