Pll Aria Fashion Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And because I promised Nia I’d prove to her that I have hobbies that aren’t ‘toppling regimes’ and ‘arguing with lawyers.’” *Also,* Aria said, *you’ve spent the last three months stalking around in tactical jackets. It’s time for your arms to meet vitamin D.* Lys pulled out a dress. Simple. Black. Sleeveless. Not cut to flaunt anything in particular—but it left her shoulders bare, and when she turned, the old, jagged line along her left ribs was clearly visible where the fabric dipped. She’d worn it in front of Kael before. In front of their inner circle.

ARIA "It’s not the design, Alpha," Vivian explained patiently, holding up the icy-blue dress. "It’s Aria’s… figure. The way she’s filled out after the twins. The dress is meant to be subtly sensual, not… a full-frontal assault on male sanity." She winked at me. Luca just narrowed his eyes. He couldn't stop looking at the way my cleavage was spilling out of the silk, and he definitely wasn't okay with it. "Find something else, Vivian. Something that leaves more to the imagination. Preferably, my imagination."

snapping with professional fire as she pinned a sprig of dried lavender into Aria’s "long ash-brown hair." "I could have gotten you a Vera Wang, Aria," Riley tutted, smoothing the skirt of Aria’s dress. It was a simple, bias-cut silk gown in a shade of cream that looked like candlelight. "I have connections. We could have done this at the Plaza." "The Plaza is for the 'Auditors,' Riley," Aria said, her "piercing gray eyes" calm and "independent." "I don't want a gala. I want a memory. I want something that doesn't require a press release or a security detail."