Novel & Cerita Arianna Westwood

No shame. Just me. Ariana Vale. Soon-to-be Ariana Blackwood. Entrepreneur. Mother. Partner. Success. In a champagne dress that costs more than my first car. Worth every penny. Because I’m worth it. We’re worth it. This life we’ve built. Three weeks. I’ll prove it. To everyone. To myself. To the world. In the most stunning dress I’ve ever worn. Ready.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

When dinner was over and Kathy had cleared the dishes, her dad excused himself while her mom stayed. ″Sweetheart, I have some designs to make. I was wondering if you'd like to join me,″ her mom said. Anna's mother was the owner of Your Style fashion house. She had several branches in different countries and had recently moved her head office in America to New York city. ″No mom,″ Anna said standing up. ″I have to get some sleep.″ Her mom looked downcast but agreed anyway. ″Okay dear,″ she said as Anna left the table and went to her room but not before wishing Katherine a good night.

After saying that, Arianne turned around and left. Lynn seemed to disagree with her choice. She looked at Arianne’s back then said, “Tiffany and Mr. West aren't from the same world. She isn’t as smart or calm as you. How long do you think she can stay with him? Do you think someone as naive and sweet as her could spend the rest of her life with Mr. West? The gap between them will soon be evident. By then, even she would be stressed out. I’m pretty sure she will leave Mr. West immediately if I told her about that incident. Arianne, I don’t value this commission, but I’m sure you know the purpose of my desire to stay.”

Said Emma by extending her hand. “Ariana.” Said the girl simply. It was obvious that she didn't like Emma. Emma simply shook hands with her. When Ariana realized that Emma said Watson as her surname and not Wesley. She smirked and said, “Miss Watson, you are our guest. If you want, I can go and buy new shoes for you.” “No, that would be too troublesome for you. It's alright, I can walk barefoot.” Said Emma by standing up from her chair. “No, not at all, mam. I am Miss Audrey's personal assistant, and I remember that sir always keeps an extra pair of shoes in his office for madam. How about I bring those to you.” Said Ariana with a smirk.

Arianna said Gavin and Arianna left their families and took a walk down the field. Arianna was practically screaming inside of her. She can't believe she's with Gavin Hugh, youngest and most handsome eligible bachelor in San Francisco. Gavin stopped and noticed Arianna few steps away from him. He turned immediately and noticed Arianna blushing. "You...why are you behind me? "No no. I was just...." "Your name? "Arianna Owen. I'm a model and social media influencer. I can get your products sold out in a second just by advertising it on my channel"

My name is Kim Ahri Gaumond. I am a simple employee who usually spends most of her time working, doing charity work, or attending treatments. I never really had a chance to give myself a break since I am not an outgoing person. For the first time in my 30 years of life, I decided to finally give in to my dream of having an international vacation not related to work. I may not be outgoing, but I still wanted to experience a life of leisure in a faraway land.

There were no profile pictures or any personal information given, except that she was based in LA. "Leave the book, A*i, please. I want to read it," said Weston in a quiet tone as he kept inspecting the book minutely. 'Faded Dreams By Isabella H.' "Sure, bro. I've read it already. You can keep it if you want," she said, handing him the book. Weston smiled. "Thanks, A*i. Ask for your treat, right away," he told her. A*ianna smiled back. "Wait, bro. Let her respond and acknowledge that she indeed is our very own Isabella. She could be Isabella Holmes, or Isabella Hawke or Isabella Harris or...," continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her.

"You're gonna get me into trouble someday, I can feel it." I laughed and we snuck into the west wing accurately but unfortunately, we encountered a little accident, Sara. God, I felt like she was my nemesis or something. I literally met her everywhere. "Sneaking into the west wing hmm, Arianna?" She spat out. She was dressed in a pale pink mini gown with the whole updo hairstyle. She was dressed up for staying at home. "I thought you wanted nothing to do with Gabriele Andino. You know I thought you were different, but you're even worse than a slut."

They finally reached Ariana's office, a space of inspiration. Ariana gestured towards a plush chair, indicating for Susan to take a seat. Susan obliged, sinking into the luxurious chair. As their eyes met, Ariana introduced herself with a warm smile. "I'm Ariana Wyatt," she said, her voice carrying a gentle confidence. Susan reciprocated with a polite nod, feeling excitement and apprehension. "I'm Susan Miller," she replied, her voice tinged with tension.