Pll Aria Fashion Novels & Stories

Verona was about to explain when Kylie sneered, "You're just trying to avoid Ms. Ander checking your dress. You're afraid it might turn out to be fake and you'll be exposed as a plagiarize!" "I don't like to bow my head." Aria looked at Verona meaningfully. "I'm sure my mother is the same. I might not look like her, but we have a similar personality. Besides, there are many ways to verify if I'm Lamar." Kylie snorted. "You're just looking for excuses!" Aria ignored her and made a phone call before everyone. She spoke in Nobeetan. "You can post those outfits that I designed yesterday." "Really? Oh, my goodness. Lamar, can I really post it?" The other party sounded surprised, knowing Lamar's a

Lily crossed her arms as Riri pouted while trying to offer her an exaggerated dress from various designers but she just wanted Lily to be like her sister on her special day "Ugh... how did you know...-" she whined before pausing to jump a little when she got an idea "-I know a good one for you" Riri pulled Lily's arm to follow her to her dressing room. Lily could only obey when she rolled her eyes "this, this best one for you" she pulled out an elegant Chanel dress "is from Spring-Summer 2021 Collection." It features a plaid pattern, fringe trim and two hidden site pockets. This sleeveless dress has a beautiful feminine silhouette and pleats on the waist. This lovely dress is perfect for any

After saying that, she stood up and said, “I am going to work.” George was enraged, but now Karl was here. He could not lose his temper at Ailina freely as before. He could only put up with her. Hallie’s POV: As soon as I arrived at the company, I gave Ria two designs I had drawn overnight. They were derived from the one I had picked up earlier, where there were also many elements in Country A’s style. “Miss Pires, these are the two designs I made recently. We are going to launch the New Year’s main style, right? Take a look.”

it still wasn't the dress she was looking for. She smiled faintly and returned to the room again. The third gown was Mia’s choice: a bold off-the-shoulder gown with a high slit and floral appliqués blooming from the waist down to the sweeping tulle skirt. Aria stepped out with her hands holding the sides of the skirt up. “Now that,” Qian smirked, “is a statement dress.” Aria gave a slow twirl in front of the mirror, the high slit revealing just a sliver of her long legs. She felt powerful. But still, she sighed out loud.

Eliana and Aria were shopping in a downtown mall. Aria had dreadlocks on her head, and she wore baggy pants and a tight red top. Eliana was dressed in a puffy pink dress, ballerina shoes, and colorful hairpins. She was only eleven years old, and she was a little shorter than Aria. Yet, she was already a pretty little girl. The two walked through the mall, drawing a lot of attention. Aria led Eliana into a store and handed her a studded lethal skirt, saying, “This store’s designs are fantastic! Why don’t you give it a shot?”

“That’s exactly what I came to tell you — don’t stop doing that. Don’t let him make you small in the name of protection. He needs to learn how to love without caging what he loves.” Liana let out a slow breath. “You sound like you know how that feels.” “I do,” Aria said simply. “I’ve spent years standing beside a man who believes control equals care.” Silence filled the studio again, heavy with mutual understanding. Finally, Aria stepped closer to one of the mannequins — a dress half-finished, draped in silver silk. She brushed the fabric gently, eyes lighting up. “Is this new?” “Yes,” Liana said, smiling with relief at the shift in tone. “It’s part of my winter collection. I’m still decidin

“Alright, let me see it.” “Brace yourself,” Mariam said as she opened the bag to bring out the gown. She held it to her body so that Ariella could see it. “Hmm,” Ariella hummed under her breath as her eyes roamed all over the beautiful peach colored gown that would stop at her knees, “It is pretty,” she admitted with a smile. “Prettier than all the ones you had in mind to wear?” Mariam had a cheeky smile on her face. “Ehh yes,” Ariella said, knowing fully well that there would be an argument if she said otherwise. She did not have the energy for Mariam’s trouble.

“We have one more designer to showcase. One that did not get a chance to debut as she should’ve ten years ago, and Arianna has generously given her the stage. Welcome to the future of fashion!” The applause this time was more enthusiastic, the mood lifting as the lights in the room darkened. Models graced the runaway with clothes fashioned in the same charcoal gray colors as Mila. Mila walked over to us. “I suggest you leave and deal with this, Alpha Gabe, before there’s a riot. Don’t worry, darling, I’ve got this,” she whispered with a saccharine smile. I stepped into her face. “We’re not going… Ahhh!”

Lalia sat cross-legged on the bed, eagerly awaiting my decision. "Which dress are you wearing?" she asked, eyeing the two options she had carefully laid out. "The one on your left," I said with a satisfied smile. The dress was a breathtaking bodycon blue silk gown adorned with delicate white feathers around the neckline. Aunty Sophia had chosen it for me, and I couldn't have loved it more. The way it hugged my figure perfectly made me feel both elegant and radiant. Lalia helped fasten the buttons at the back, her fingers working swiftly.

"Oh, fuck... Did she see all that?" ARIEL'S POV As I emerge from my car, I smooth out my MONOT one-shoulder cut-out dress, pairing it with Gianvito Rossi nappa silk strappy heels, and head straight into the gallery. I can hear the hum of excited chatter in the air as I enter, my eyes sweeping the room to take in the newly arranged collection of meticulous artwork on the walls. And there, on the stage, stands my amazing and workaholic deputy introducing the pieces to the guests.