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she continued. Before Emily could respond, the door slowly gave way, revealing a beautifully dressed lady. Emily was taken aback by Ariana's stunning beauty when she saw her for the first time. She has a radiant complexion that glows in the moonlight. Her long, wavy hair cascades down her back in a waterfall of golden locks. Her deep blue eyes sparkle like diamonds, and her full lips are painted with a soft pink hue. Her slender figure is accentuated by the flowing white dress she wears, which hugs her curves in all the right places. Her graceful movements and elegant posture make her seem like a princess from a fairy tale. Mesmerized by her stunning beauty, Emily couldn't help but stare at

If this news of Ariana having a child without getting married broke out, the whole company and their family would be affected by it. Their Luxurious lifestyle was what everyone loved about them. Ariana is a fashion lover and also a model. She has been the face of different brands. She has a good sense of style which captures the attention of young ones her age, making her a role model to so many young ladies. Ariana has flawless skin with a radiant glow. She has an oval face with smooth curved lips, she is tall and curvy with fine straight legs, and she has every feature of a top model. But in all, she is well brought up, with good principles, and values.

I reach for them immediately. It’s Aria. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail, bare face, and glistening full lips. There is one of her staring straight ahead looking like she was staring directly at the camera, there is another shot of her with a stiff smile, and one of her with Mia, laughing with her head thrown back. She looks beautiful and mostly…happy. I don’t know how that makes me feel though. I want her to be happy. As much as I think I might hate her, I still want her to be happy.

He smiles, eyes on the road. “You’ll see.” I narrow my eyes. “I don’t really like surprises.” “That’s unfortunate,” he chuckles. “Because I like giving them.” “I don’t have that kind of patience,” I warn. He laughs, the sound warm and easy. “I’ve noticed and I find that so cute.” I look down, using my hair to hide my blushing cheeks. That boy is mine, by Ariana Grande comes on, and I can’t help but be giddy. I don’t know why I love it, maybe because it’s catchy and gives off dark romance vibes.

The terrace lights struck from the side, outlining their overlapping silhouettes. It really was a beautiful shot. So beautiful it made her feel faintly uneasy. She exited the album and handed the phone back. "Send them to me. All of them," she said. Her friend gave her a meaningful look. "The photos look so good… Are you going to post them on your Instagram?" Ariana said nothing. Ethan let out a soft laugh beside her. "Let's go," he said. "It's windy here. We can talk inside."

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.

Three more weeks. 847,000 likes. I scroll before I can stop myself and find her daughter in one of the photos. Aria. Sixteen years old, from Vivienne’s first marriage, and somehow just as devastatingly pretty as her mother, same bone structure, same easy grace, like beauty was simply something that ran in their blood and couldn’t be diluted. She was smiling at the camera with her arm around Roman’s neck and he was smiling back and something about that picture specifically sat in my chest like a stone.

She was trying to hold her breath the moment that she heard the girls outside. She knows that the girls talking outside were from the girl group Celestial, but hearing them talk about Zacharias gave her mixed feelings. They were big names in the industry. The Aria outside is the visual Aria! She was known as the nation's sweetheart because of her sweet and beautiful face. She was drop dead gorgeous. And hearing them talk about approaching Zach made her feel small. Compared to her, Aria is undoubtedly beautiful. She is a tall and slender woman. While Phyllis is a petite girl.

Yes, she is that person whom I helped for the first and last time. I mean, it’s Ariana Gray. She is standing here with a high ponytail, holding a water can, and some mud over her chin, making it crystal clear that she works here. "You?" She whispered, which caused me to come out of the initial shock, but she still had the same expression - terror. Yeah, it can be easily seen on her face. Mr. Smith excused himself, sidling a little after getting a call.

Including her best friend who loves to take a lot of pictures when chance has given her the opportunity. Erikka squealed quietly. She's romanticizing the fact that Ara had been with dangerous people and that her family might be in big trouble. "Oh, gosh, Ara! Don't you know it's every girl's dream to be chosen by a hot, mysterious, dangerous tall guy?"