How Old Is Aria On Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

Even though Elena was no longer there, Aria was still reluctant to move, and besides, she didn't have an alibi to return to that room again. "Yes," answered Aria, smiling sweetly. Jayden continued to pay attention to Aria without realizing it. In her long peach-colored dress, Aria looked very elegant and beautiful. Her makeup was not excessive, making her look like a woman in her twenties. It doesn't even look like a woman who has just given birth. Yes, Jayden admits that Aria's body is fuller, but that doesn't make Aria look ugly at all. In fact, she looks even more seductive.

She complimented and I said a small thank you, putting the food on the coffee table in front of us. "How is Aria?" I asked referring to her daughter. "She's okay, starting school soon" she replied "That's amazing" I announced as she sipped her wine. "Her birthday is three months away too," "She's going to be four right?" "Yeah she is" she replied "Can I guess?" I asked after a couple of minutes of silence. "Guess what?" "What happened" I explained "Go ahead Jaz" She replied amused and I smiled loving her use of the nickname.

Her entire body had gone cold. “No…” Ethan moved closer to the screen slowly. The child’s face remained mostly obscured by rain and distortion. But enough features showed through to make the room fall silent again. Dark hair. Large eyes. A tiny crescent-shaped scar near the wrist. Daniel spoke first. Barely above a whisper. “How old are you exactly, Aria?” Aria couldn’t answer. Because suddenly her age felt less certain than it should have. The panic building inside her chest sharpened violently.

Aria looked at her, “I’m not even surprised, so how’s college going?” she asked with a small smile, as she knew how much she didn’t like studying. Raya was four years younger then her and had just recently turned nineteen. “I’m trying to like it but so far it’s just not happening” she said truthfully. Aria listened with a small smile, “I guess some things just never change” she said, and it wasn’t long before their food arrived and both of them started eating.

"Thank you so much and I also hope that I get to see him soon." She folded the paper and tucked it into her jean pocket. She didn't want to lose the paper. She went back to her dorm room and she took out her planner and checked the first thing on her list. She changed into her comfy clothes and she opened the paper. She saw his face and she was giddy. The paper read, Aron Lanista, twenty-six years old. Alissa thought about it, she was six years older than her, but technically five when her birthday came, she would be twenty-one. Unless his birthday had not yet come to.

She gave me a flat look and said, “That's the seventh time you have asked me.” “Because you haven't told me yet.” I couldn't get peace of mind until I knew what Aria actually thought about me. What if I still had the impression of a murderer in her eyes? “Why are you so eager to know about it?” She arched an eyebrow at me. “Because it's important to me.” Aria sighed and opened the car door. “It's getting very late, Zaiden. You should go home,” she said and pecked my cheek before stepping out.

And why is Gerrit’s wolf still trying to attack? Another shift brought me back to the Blue Ridge Pack here in Austria. I was standing out in the snow in front of the pack house, but Aria was here, and she looked several years older. She had to be at least 18 now. She was smiling, but then her face grew concerned and she turned and ran past me into the packhouse. Looking around, I was unable to determine what spooked her, but she obviously felt like she would be safe inside.

“We'll young miss, last time it was because your class was too basic. I pushed you up a grade. Are you trying to tell me that it's still too basic?” Aria gave a cheeky grin pulling out her tablet. “Can we try a new school tomorrow. They won't let me rest because I'm Ashley's daughter.” Ashley frowned. “I'm starting to think that making you watch sherlock Holmes was a bad idea. You don't talk like kids your age. You gotta watch more TV young lady.” “I'm not two mummy,” Aria stuck out her tongue. “And I act like a baby in front of the camera. Shouldn't that be enough?”

The only thing that sucks about eating outside is having to make sure there’s no bird poop on the table or chairs. I want to get to know more about her and for her to know more about me, so I decided to start with some basic stuff. “So Cataleya, how old are you?” I ask. “I’m nineteen, and I’ll be twenty in November. I really should be a sophomore, but my best friend Aria and I took a gap year to get away from school for a bit and experience a little bit of life. We didn’t have money to travel or anything but we stayed in the city for a while.” So that explains why I haven’t seen her around before and why none of the other guys on the team knew about her yet. “How about you?”

“Uh... yeah, I think so.” “Do you know where exactly? Just wondering what time I should expect her back,” Fiona tried to keep her voice level, non-confrontational, but it still came out tight. Karen looked uncertain. “It’s just a party. Some Beta girl's house, we were invited." "By who?" Before Karen could answer, Aria appeared at the top of the stairs. “We’re leaving,” she said sharply. Then footsteps, the door to the stairs opened just enough for Aria to be seen standing there, already pulling a black top over her head, tight jeans and simple silver earrings. Less was more with Aria.