Novel & Cerita How Old Is Aria On Pretty Little Liars

she said with a sassy little snarl. Tahlia barked out a laugh. “You’re six!” she said, lifting her head from her folded arms to look at Aria in disbelief. “I’m older than you—eight, to be exact. What do you think you can actually do to me? And where the hell did you even learn to say that?” “My mom,” Aria answered proudly, her head bobbing like a bobblehead doll.

“You’re just sixteen!” “And so?” Ani questioned, not understanding the shock. “Really? You’re asking that? You’re just a baby!” Aria reprimanded. A chuckle escaped Asher’s lips while her mother laughed heartily. She didn’t think it was funny. She didn’t think her sister dressing like that was okay, nor her sister hitting on her boss attractive. But she smiled along. Ani pouted, “You’re just a few years older than me.” Bewilderment overwhelmed Aria. “I’m 23!” She yelled.

“I already told Aria it’s okay.” I let out a little sigh of relief. “I think Lila would love that. You two would get along.” Aria beamed and reached for her milk. “My birthday is on July twenty-fifth,” she said, taking a sip and getting a white milk mustache on her upper lip. “I’ll be seven!” I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. July twenty-fifth just so happened to be Lila’s seventh birthday, too.

Aria's POV. My name is Aria De Luca. My parents say I am five but I will be six in two months so yeah, I am six years old. My mum has always told me that I am too smart for my age and I agree. I grew up without a daddy, it has always been just me and my mummy and I love my mummy a lot but I have always wanted a daddy like everyone in my class. The days I hated the most in school have to be the father-daughter dance party, you don't have to worry I always end up not showing up because I know just how to get my way. Few waterworks and wide puppy eyes and nobody can say no to me.

he asked her, keeping his face blank. "I am 19 years old" Aria replied. Aiden raised his eyebrows. "Really? You look younger than 19" he commented. With a quick swipe down her body, he amended his statement. "No, your body looks 19, but it's your face. It's younger than 19" he commented. Aria looked away from his gaze, which feels like, he is touching her with his eyes. "Baby" a female voice interrupted them. Aria looked at the woman, who is older than her and is only wearing, what looks like one of Aiden's shirts.

Real proof. And so I dug for it. Not that it was hard to find. A few taps on the keyboard and some records pulled up on my screen later, and I had what I needed: Aria’s high school yearbook photo. There she was. She was fifteen or sixteen in the picture, her hair tied back, and a smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes. It must have been right before her emancipation.

Quinn replied, smiling. They had come to that decision during Thalia's birthday party. Oliver suggested it and the rest thought it was a good idea. "I'm more surprised that Aria is getting married. She's just a year older than me. We promised to get married at thirty," Evelyn remarked. She sighed and looked at her friend in awe. "You make such a beautiful bride, Ari. Congratulations." Aria smiled, looking at herself in the mirror. She couldn't recognise herself. With her hair pulled up into an elegant updo and a few curls framing her face, she looked like a princess from a fairytale movie.

“What would you like for dinner?” Fuck. “I…don’t know. I’ll have to check it with my little brother.” I tried getting rid of her in any way possible. “He’s a picky eater.” Aria walked through a door while I was forced to follow her into my own kitchen. This thing was just getting more crazy by the second. “Well, he’s not that little anymore—he’s fourteen.” She argued. “As far as I’m concerned, that’s way past the age of refusing to eat your vegetables.”

In the past.... Aria is seventeen, and she is going to turn Eighteen soon in a few weeks. She just returned back from school, mentally preparing herself for the chores awaiting her. But the moment she stepped inside the house, she froze when she saw Bryan sitting there, as if waiting for her.

She is almost 10 years old now and as feisty as her mother. “Anna! You made it!” Arianna’s thoughts on the fairy realm is forgotten instantly when she sees her best friend Jo coming up to her. “You look so beautiful!” Arianna compliments Jo in her pale blue wedding dress. They embrace each other just as tightly as when they were still teenagers. “I missed you. Hi Caspian! Is that my lovely niece Carianna?” Jo moves to take the green basket from Caspian. “Careful there… she sleeps so peacefully.”