How Old Is Aria On Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

I didn't have my father, I barely had my mother, but I turned out better than my mother had hoped I would do. "Whatever, Aria. If you want to die old and alone, then carry on going the way that you are, because you're doing it perfectly." My mother muttered under her breath before she turned her head in the opposite direction, put her earphones back in, and returning to the magazine she had been reading. I could already tell that these were going be a somewhat, interesting and quite possible dramatic three weeks. **

“Back then… the orphanage kids were all I had. I was terrified to leave them. These photos… were my only remembrance from them.” “Do you remember their names?” Cecil asked softly. “Now that you’re not tied to work anymore, we could search for them. Maybe even reconnect.” Aria shook her head with a wistful smile. “I was only seven, and you know how hopeless I am with names and dates.” But just as she flipped another page, her expression changed. Her brows drew together. “Wait… this kid,” she said slowly, tapping her finger on one of the faded faces. “I know this face…”

Seeing this, Carissa didn't press her and instead chatted casually, asking, "What's your name? How long have you been serving Grand Princess Lisandra?" "My name is Aria," the maid answered. "I've served Her Highness since I was 11. It's been 12 years now." "I never would've guessed you were 23. I thought you were only 17 or 18. Your name is lovely," Carissa complimented with a smile. "Her Highness chose my name," Aria replied softly. "I see." Carissa noticed Aria kept glancing toward the inner chamber, as though she were anxious to return. "Aren't you supposed to be attending to Her Highness? Is she settled?"

"They can describe to me or I touch their face." "All right, I’m pretty." Cass and Aria laughed. "And the color of your hair and eyes? Tell Cass to imagine you." Asked Aria. "I have blond hair and blue eyes. I’m also small around you and Lenzo. But one day, I’ll grow up and be taller than everyone else." The women laughed and began to fix the change. In the car, Alessia had already confirmed that there was no more danger and she did not need to pull the gun.

For a little moment, I forgot the fear of tonight. I forgot the cave. I forgot the chains. I forgot the ritual waiting for me under the Red Moon. I was just… Aria. A girl turning 18. --- Later, when the sun began to lower, Elena gave me a small wrapped box. “Open this by yourself,” she said softly. “It’s from me… and Mia.” My fingers trembled as I held it. They had never given me anything before. “I’ll… open it later,” I said. She nodded.

Under my collar, the bond mark pulses, a slow, warm current against my skin. Aria sits on the edge of the counter, swinging her bare feet. She is three. She arrived the way second children do, without a formal announcement from the universe, just quietly inevitable. She has my dark eyes and Leander's stubborn jaw, and she has already figured out which facial expressions yield the fastest results from her parents. She tracks the pancake debate like a scout gathering intel. "Dada," she says, pointing a sticky finger toward the stove. "Papa's losing."

_Selene's POV_ The rest of my birthday party should have been perfect, yet I couldn't stop thinking about Aria. Not because I cared about her. Far from it. I was annoyed that even after being rejected, she had somehow managed to draw attention away from me. This was supposed to be my night, my birthday and my celebration. Yet, all anyone could talk about was the wolfless girl who had somehow turned out to be the future Alpha's mate.

I could taste her nervousness and a little fear. “I can taste your emotions, angel. Why are you worrying? There wasn’t much relief there when I answered your question.” I pulled Aria’s chin, making her look up into my eyes. “I… kinda lied about my age, Maddie.” Aria admitted with a blush. She asked if she was sealed… she should have felt it. Oh, no. I didn’t want to ask, but I knew I had to. “Oh, goddess. How old are you, Aria?” I asked.

He adjusted his cuffs, straightened his shirt, and walked out the door, leaving the scent of cedar and rain behind. Aria lay in the dark, her skin humming with the memory of his touch. She was twenty-four. Her father hadn’t called. Her sister hadn’t cared. But her neck was branded, her body was aching, and she knew with a terrifying certainty that she was no longer invisible. She was hoarded. And in the silence of the Obsidian, she realized that being wanted by a monster was the most dangerous birthday wish she had ever made.

“How old were you?” “Fourteen,” Ari said. “She was nineteen. I looked a lot older for my age, but she knew how old I was. She thought it was this honor, taken the future alpha’s virginity or whatever. I’m not blaming her, but I think it did warp my view of sex a bit.”