Novel & Cerita Did Ariana Grande Bleach Her Skin

Brianna said admiring her daughter. “It’s time to style your hair,” Brianna told Arianna while tickling her. Arianna rushed to sit in front of her mirror, she was used to sitting in front of it while styling her hair. Raising her eyeball at the mirror, Arianna saw the new color of her eyeball again and became sad instantly. Her mother could feel her sudden change of mood, she proceeded to style her hair. Brianna made sure she styled her hair to perfection, even better than she did for her coronation ceremony.

Her dark wavy hair and the smokey eyes makeup with the red lipstick,made her look like a red carpet beauty. "You are standing on the way, move your dry ass off". "You got a silicone installed up there too?"Arianna replied sarcastically. "It costs millions, something you'd never achieve in a life time". Arianna smiled. "Well I have a functioning brain, why will I install some crap up there, anyway you need more silicone,it's not enough". She replied and entered into the company. Alecia jaw dropped in annoyance,she bit her lower lip angrily She did thought Arianna was referring to her boob job.

Ariana POV In the evening, I got ready in a silvery grey gown whose sleeves were fully covered. The cleavage was on display, and the chest had diamond work. Wearing that dress, I felt like a queen of some state. The beautician put my hair in a messy bun. Before getting ready, Evelyn had called some salon experts for my all-body makeover. They massaged me and shaved my body. I didn’t know I was beautiful until mom said that I was beautiful and little care enlightened my features. Mom had arranged this gown urgently, and it perfectly fitted me. I looked like a goddess today.

“What about violet?” Nate blinks, caught off guard. “What about it?” Unwinding the strand of hair, she resumes her finger-drumming rhythm. “I’m thinking of coloring my hair violet. Think it’ll suit me?” Nate arches a brow, skepticism radiating off him. “Girl, it’s going to take a few sessions of bleach to strip all that darkness out of your hair. And that’s if your hair doesn’t fall out from the trauma.” “Celeste knows how to do hair recovery like a pro,” Ariah counters with a casual shrug, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s not a problem. Or… what about dark blue? Like a rich indigo?”

"You have two more hours of this. You can't pass out." I flushed the toilet and went to the sink. I looked in the mirror. My skin was the color of paste. There were dark circles under my eyes that even my best concealer couldn't hide. I rinsed my mouth, splashed cold water on my face, and took three deep breaths. In. Out. You are Aria Stone. You are strong. When I walked back into the suite, the atmosphere had shifted. Sienna was back in the dressing room changing, and my mother was sipping champagne, looking displeased.

“I'd rather not dirty what I have on.” I had been so focused on the emotion I thought crossed her face that I hadn't noticed what she had on. She looked like the complete bombshell she was in her tight flared black dress and her long blond hair in a ponytail Ariana grande style. Our eyes went to her legs and we saw she had three inches of sandal heels on. I scoffed as I shook my head at how obvious she was being. Adam would take one look at her feet and surmise that she had been faking the whole thing all along.

Ava squealed as Rebecca spun her around and shoved her over to inspect her backside. With a tisk, the woman shook her head. “She needed bleaching but she is a vanilla. We wouldn’t want her having any chafing. This will have to do.” “Hell, no!” Ava shot up, holding her hands over her nude ass. “No one is bleaching anything! Especially not my asshole! You people are crazy.” “Well, it’s a good thing you keep proper hygiene then, isn’t it.” Ava just snarled her, completely offended and grossed out. Distracting her from the thought, a stylist brought her dress, helping her slip on her outfit.

“Chill, this day will go smoothly.” “Then how do I look? It’s the first time I’ve lifted my hair this high. It’s much like I’m going to join a beauty pageant. And the PAIN ON MY SCALP! UGH!“ I pat my hair tied very high by the stylist that Sam hired. They said that it would be better if I looked clean at the press conference, so they only made me wore a nude color pantsuit, as well as my heels. Earlier, when Blade first saw me, he even teased me by calling me Ariana Grande.

She asked me a serious question that made me gasp. "Crazy. Don't ask me that question, Aragon. Maybe you forgot, you just made a scene, Tine. Just to get what you want." I replied to her, which was the reason for giving me a bad look. "That's why we are here to unwind, not to whiten the skin." She said, laughing. Crazy! She still has time to joke now. "After this, you will spend everything to get my complexion back. I need gluten to get my complexion back and whiten. I struggled to lighten my skin somehow, and then you just dragged me to a sunny place in the Philippines." I complained to her.

Arianna met Khloe awake, she looked pale but better and the moment she saw her, there was a bright smile on her face, it made Arianna feel like tearing up, why is she smiling like that when she was the one that got hurt? "I think with that face you should be the one on this bed not me," Khloe said. "You scared me, " Arianna said wiping a tear that escape from her eyes. "Don't cry, I'm good, look at this beautiful patch on my leg," Khloe makes a joke and Arianna laughs hard. "How could you call this patch beautiful?" Arianna asked with wide eyes. "It has my favorite color on it, pale blue," She said. "What will I do with you!" Arianna almost hit her.