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From what she remembered to Arrianne’s character was that she was an orphaned but later a strange man approach her and said that she was his granddaughter in her mother’s side and that they were looking for her for a long time. When he take her home, she met her cousin Anaya, a year older than her. Anaya was an elegant, sweet young lady. She and Arrianne become friends and later Arrianne found out that her cousin really like to become a model but her family and her grandfather oppose on it. Anaya said to her that maybe if she becomes a model, their grandfather will agree since he spoiled her too much. It will make her happy as if she already fulfilled her dreams. She believe in her and asked

I took one more look at the mirror and rest assured that I looked every step like Leena, I stepped out of the room. MAXXY'S POV I watched Ariana step into the sitting room dressed just like Leena,no....she's Leena now. Her hair,dress, everything. The only difference was she still had this rough vibes around her. When she got to my side,I inhaled her scent....she smelt Rosy, Leena. I smiled. "What happened to your hair?",I asked. "Looking like Leena Rashford",she replied smiling. "Good job". I smiled at her,Lunatic is also a thugress in a celebrity cover.

Chioma gave her a high five and we rushed out, I saw a car parked outside and I looked at Chioma "Don't worry, I hired it, in case we get drunk" "I'm not getting drunk!" I said sternly as we entered. "So to your Aunt's place first then to the party?" I asked "Yeah, Check out this music video Ariana Grande just posted on I*******m. "She gave it to me and I was so engrossed in it until the car stopped, I tried to get where I was, but the place was a little dark. "Why is this place dark?" Kayla asked Chioma

*Ariana* "No, I think this one looks better on me," Bel and I were arguing about which bikini suit looked better on ME. "ME" better. I'm pretty sure the ME was bold and in capital letters. Like, how can you tell me what's best for me? Do you know who I am? If you don't—which I doubt you do—I am Ariana Kings. The one and only. Last daughter of The Kings family. The princess of it all. I'm a somebody, mehn.

if was so satisfying to see that I am not the only one he screwed over, but I am the first to fight back and call him out for the cheating bastard that he is. Ariana didn't get off easily either. A picture of her was posted on some gossip blogs, and she is being called a whore and home wrecker. Williams media team and HR are doing their best to change the narrative and make it seem like everything is under control. They photoshopped a picture of Ariana and I having lunch together to make it seem like I am in support of their relationship. a clip of us together at their baby shower was also posted, and it fucking pissed me off.

Aria unpacked the gifts she’d brought from France—skincare, perfume, and a box of desserts for each household. Knowing Marianne would soon be joining a film crew, Aria had tried to pick something that suited her personality—a pair of oversized, glamorous sunglasses worthy of a star. The moment Grandma saw them, she lit up, immediately putting them on and admiring herself in the mirror from every angle. “These are perfect! Once Wesley’s new series airs, my acting is going to make me a star. When I go out, I’ll need to keep a low profile, so people don’t recognize me. These will be perfect for that.” She beamed, adjusting the frames. “Well? Do I look like a movie star?”

she announces dryly. I laugh. “I’m Voilette. Your new nurse." "Great. Another one," she mutters, eyes glued to her iPad—Ariana Grande’s "thank u, next" plays softly. "You like Ariana?" I ask, leaning against the bedside table. Sophia’s eyes flick to me, suspicious. "Prove you’re not a poser. Name five Ariana songs. Now." I smirk. ""7 rings." "Problem." "Dangerous Woman." "Break Free." "Into You.""

Ariana came out of the bathroom and took out the dress for the day. She wore a red poncho top with black denim jeans paired with black sneakers. She groomed her self with eyeliner, Mascara and nude pink Matt lipstick. She let her hair loose. She looked at her reflection last time in the mirror before leaving the room. He was astonished to see her beauty. He regained his senses within few seconds and got up from the sofa and said “Let’s go dear” before she could say something Eva interrupted and said,

59. Not your old Aria! "You look...." Aria held her breaths as well as her heart as she waited for her father's honest review regarding her new makeover. "... better than the old Aria." He assessed her again. The gray off-shoulder top with spaghetti strings and the high-waist loose pants were looking great on her. Aria has done her hair in a high ponytail with pink gloss and some mascara on her face. He's never seen her in makeup before, but now as he absorbed her grandiose features, it dawned on him that his daughter was actually very good looking.

Ariana felt a little bored after waiting for almost five minutes, she called the waitress and asked her to bring some sweet wine, then she took out her phone and started browsing, looking at other people's posts on social media. All of the sudden, a picture of Camilla, Fortune, and Asia appeared in her eyes with the caption of "best birthday ever" Ariana was shocked..... today was Camilla's birthday, she scrolled down to see the other photos, indeed it was her birthday. But why didn't she invite me to her party? Ariana was stunned, how could this be possible, or maybe that's why she refused to go out with me, how could this b*tch be so ungrateful?