Pll Aria Fashion 소설 & 이야기

“It’s your ‘look over here at the shiny thing’ voice. What’s the shiny thing?” She rolled her eyes, but the teasing helped her find her footing again. “Fine,” she said. “The shiny thing is… I got my gala dresses today.” His face lit up. “You did? “Yes,” Aria’s lips curved despite herself, the memory of the midnight blue velvet and black lace sliding over her skin flashing in her mind. “It’s from Dior.” “What?!” his eyes widened. “Come on, show me.” She leaned back. “Nope. Denied.”

Even Frank lowered his eyes after a brief glance, rubbing his nose in silence. Aria was pointing at a black babydoll nightie that was too risque no matter how one looked at it! Winter nudged her while complaining under her breath, "I can't wear that! Forget it!" Aria snorted. "Why not? It looks perfectly fine to me." The retail assistant with them quickly chimed in, "Exactly—it's our latest addition, and the design is as fashionable as it is comfortable. I've bought one myself too! It also comes in various sizes, so why not give it a try?"

Claire gave a soft smile, walking over and smoothing a piece of tulle over my hip, “Adriano’s going to pass out.” Alessia nodded, “Here’s hoping.” I laughed through tears, still standing in front of the mirror like I couldn’t believe the girl in the reflection was actually me. Slowly, I turned side to side, fingertips grazing the lace at my hips, the fabric floating around me like it already knew it belonged. “It’s perfect…” I whispered. Alessia stepped forward, eyes warm, “Do you want to check out more stores and come back to this one?” she asked gently.

Accalia- As Silica’s friend had promised, she finished the dress in time for the event. It turned out better than the sketch she had drawn. She also added an element I hadn’t requested, but I was happy with the final product. The dress's base was a light purple, but it had a second tulle layer of fabric that was a darker shade of purple. No matter what identity I use, my favorite color is still purple. The only changes were the actual style. As Akira, it was more of a gothic style. As Accalia, it was generally a lighter and more elegant style. As Lia, however, I could mix it up.

And to be honest, it makes me feel satisfied. "Hello, Lia." Aria greeted me with a smile, but her eyes didn't appear the same. She's wearing a pink mesh fabric mini dress with bubble sleeves. It looks simpler than what Lia's wearing, and they only put a pink hair clip on her hair. She still looks stunning. Aria extended her hand as her smile widened. "Let's work hard." I eyed her hand before accepting it, I didn't understand if she was genuine, but I still accepted her hand.

After she had finished getting Lyla ready in the same pink coloured dress as hers, she did her hair and added a few small pretty clips in, thinking she looked adorable. “Shall we ring dada and show him what he’s missing?” Aria asked Lyla with a smile as she cuddled her playfully and kissed her on the top of her head softly. Lyla smiled and reached for one of the nice dangly earrings she was wearing, whilst Aria picked up her phone from the bed and video called Adrian, hoping he wasn’t busy. Adrian accepted the call within a minute and looked down at both of his girls as they graced his phone screen in their pretty pink dresses.

Lina is a trustable aid so she needs not worry that the food will burn or something. After a few minutes, Allana decided to wear a fresh outfit, she was only going to visit the man anyways, there was no need to overdress. Wearing a fitted jumper and a white shirt with some aesthetically pleasing to the eye prints in front, then a pair of matching Dior white slip-on. She had her air on a half bun and put some light makeup on, looking fresh and beautiful. Smiling in front of the full-length mirror, Allana decided to keep the look before grabbing her Dior baby ball bag that matched with her jumpers at the side.

Lyla spotted her instantly and beamed, sauntering across the room in a glittering silver dress that shimmered under the lights. “You made it!” Lyla chirped, throwing her arms around Aria dramatically. Aria returned the hug briefly. “Of course. It’s your day.” Lyla stepped back, eyes glinting. “You look… stunning,” she said with a faint smirk. “Damian’s taste must be rubbing off on you.” Aria forced a smile. “Thanks.”

“I’m not signing anything.” “You will.” He unzipped the bag slowly, revealing the emerald silk dress Ariella had bought her during the shopping trip. The one with the deep V-neckline, fitted bodice, and slit that climbed high on the thigh. “Lunch is in an hour. Family table. You’re attending.” She laughed—bitter, broken. “You’re delusional, Adriel. What's wrong with you?" He stepped closer. “Put it on.” “No.” His gaze dropped to the sheet she still clutched like armor, then back to her eyes.

Still stable. Darius stepped closer, his attention sharpening. That kind of progress didn’t make sense. “Stop.” Aria opened her eyes, and the power disappeared immediately. No delay, no backlash. It was just gone. Darius studied her. “You’ve done this before.” “No.” “That level of control doesn’t happen that quickly.” She met his gaze without hesitation. “Maybe you’re underestimating me.” There was no attitude in her voice. She sounded completely serious. “Again,” he said.