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˙   ៹    at  the  heathrow  house  charity  gala 

she  can't  keep  doing  this  to  herself  .  it  has  to  be  some  kind  of  record  at  this  point  ,  eyes  lifting  just  above  the  rim  of  her  martini  glass  to  steal  yet  another  glance  at  an  all  too  familiar  face  .  she  knew  he'd  be  here  ,  but  that  still  doesn't  stop  her  stomach  from  twisting  into  several  different  knots  as  he  walked in  ,  dashing  smile  still  as  sickening  as  she  remembered  even  from  all  the  way  across  the  room  .  the  last  of  her  french  martini  is  slid  down  her  throat  ,  mostly  for  the  liquid  courage  but  also  because  it  created  an  excuse  almost  too  perfect  to  pass  up  .  there's  not  a  second  left  for  thought  before  her  feet  find  their  way  towards  the  bar  ,  a  refill  of  her  own  drink  in  one  hand  and  an  amaretto  sour  in  the  other  .  she  almost  considers  turning  around  and  taking  both  drinks  for  herself  ,  but  she's  made  it  too  far  to  back  out  now  .  knuckles  reach  up  to  knock  against  his  shoulder  ,  corners  of  her  mouth  pulled  up  with  a  warm  smile  ,  offering  him  the  drink  as  soon  as  she's  gotten  his  attention  .  "  pretty  sure  it's  a  crime  to  walk  around  a  place  like  this  with  an  empty  hand  ,  "  she  teases  ,  nodding  down  at  the  drink  .  "  the  guy  at  the  bar  asked  me  what  kind  of  bourbon  to  put  in  there  and  i  just  picked  the  bottle  that  looked  the  prettiest  so  if  it  tastes  shit  you  can  blame  the  barrell  bourbon  marketing  team  ,  "  she  teases  . ( @editcrs )

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DUA LIPA Variety Power of Women (November 16, 2023)

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aria  eden  -  west  in  custom  belmonte  couture  accessorized  with  minimal  staple  weston  co.  jewelry  for  the  heathrow  foundation's  tenth  annual  charity  gala  .

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"  if  i  wanted  to  get  you  drunk  i'd  have  you  making  the  drinks  instead  of  me  ,  "  and  she  thought  she  liked  her  drinks  strong  ,  pretty  sure  the  last  time  she  let  oliver  into  her  liquor  cabinet  he'd  poured  at  least  half  of  a  bottle  of  tequila  in  what  was  supposed  to  be  a  singular  serving  of  margaritas  .  something  flutters  in  her  stomach  when  he  hops  off  of  the  stool  ,  the  scent  of  his  cologne  getting  stronger  with  each  step  he  took  towards  her  until  he's  close  enough  that  their  shoulders  nearly  brush  .  "  i  won't  lie  ,  sushi  actually  sounds  quite  nice  ,  "  she  says  ,  turning  her  head  back  to  briefly  look  at  him  over  her  shoulder  before  she  returns  her  attention  back  to  her  phone  .  "  oooh  ,  what  about  this  ?  "  screen  is  tilted  towards  him  ,  her  body  comfortably  leaning  into  his  ,  "  zaytinya  ,  i  think  it's  mediterranean  .  .  .  oh  yea  this  is  definitely  my  pick  ,  look  at  this  fucking  hummus  ,  "  she  swoons  .  "  would  you  like  do  to  the  honor  of  flipping  the  coin  ?  i'm  pretty  sure  you  can  ask  siri  to  do  it  actually  ⸺  but  i'm  calling  heads  and  if  you  win  i  get  to  choose  the  drinks  ,  deal  ?  "

               sitting  on  a  stool  by  her  kitchen  island,  oliver  watched  as  she  rambled  while  deciding  what  they  were  going  to  have  for  dinner.  his  stomach  grumbled  lightly  as  he  rested  his  elbow  over  the  counter  and  his  chin  on  his  hand.  "i'm  thinking  that  the  good  part  of  ordering  is  not  having  to  clean  anything  afterwards,"  he  commented,  with  so  many  options  in  hand  he  was  starting  to  question  what  would  be  the  best  decision  for  them.  truth was, oliver was a bit lazy. "are  you  just  saying  that  because  you  want  to  get  me  drunk?  i'm  too  trusting it seems,"  oliver  teased,  his  head  shaking  as  he  reached  for  his  phone.  "sounds  good,"  he  decided  then,  jumping  off  the  stool  as  he  walked  closer  to  her.  "rasami  sushi.  never  eaten  from  this  place  but  it  looks  good  enough,"  hs  shoulders  shrugged.  "i  have  been  kind  of  craving  sushi,  let's  see  if  you  can  do  better.  your  turn." he mumbled standing unnecessarily close to her.

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"  god  ,  it's  almost  like  you  don't  even  know  me  ,  "  was  a  drink  even  a  drink  if  you  couldn't  taste  the  alcohol  a  little  bit  ?  "  hmmm  .  .  .  "  side  of  her  fingernail  lightly  taps  against  the  front  of  her  phone  as  she  scrolled  through  their  options  ,  gaze  widening  once  she  finally  lands  on  something  of  interest  .  "  okay  i  know  you  said  you  don't  want  italian  but  look  at  this  pizza  ,  "  she  turns  her  phone  around  to  show  rowan  the  doordash  menu  boasting  with  pictures  of  the  most  perfectly  crispy  ,  cheesy  pizza  she'd  ever  seen  .  "  okay  i  know  i  just said  we'd  flip  a  coin  but  i  feel  like  it'd  be  a  crime  not  to  order  that  .  .  .  we  can  get  some  pizza  ,  i  can  make  negronis  ⸺  and  maybe  we  can  try  something  new  for  dessert  ,  there's  a  place  not  too  far  from  here  that  has  those  weird  fucking  croissant  cookie  things  and  i  know  it'd  make  me  sick  after  like  ,  two  bites  ,  but  i've  been  dying  to  try  one  .  "

"   you   know   i   love   it   when   you   play   bartender,   so   long   as   you   promise   to   make   my   drink   extra   strong.   "   she   winked   playfully,   although   she   was   dead   serious.   it   had   been   a   long   week   and   she   was   more   than   ready   to   relax   and   blow   off   some   steam.   "   that's   a   great   idea,   what   are   we   thinking   category   wise?   "   she   questioned,   already   pulling   out   her   phone   to   search   for   close   options.   "   my   heart   says   italian   but   i   eat   that   all   the   time,   i   want   to   try   something   new.   "   her   gaze   shifting   between   her   phone   and   aria   as   she   started   browsing   through   delivery   apps. 

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DUA LIPA via whatsapp (3rd may, 2024)

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"  jesus  ,  you  could  at  least  try  to  have  some  faith  in  me  ,  "  aria  teases  ,  a  hand  held  up  to  her  chest  feigning  offense  suwa's  comment  .  "  for  your  information  ,  i  happen  to  quite  like  spicy  food  ⸺  i  might  have  to  keep  a  box  of  tissues  nearby  but  i  can  certainly  handle  it  ,  "  she  nods  .  "  you  know  what  ,  maybe  we  should  just  go  out  .  .  .  we  can  go  to  your  favorite  spot  and  i  can  test  the  limits  of  my  spice  palette  ,  where'd you recommend   ?  i'll call us an uber . " 

　⌗　　　。· 　 𝒇𝒕.　 aria ✧　　　*

୨ 🌹 ୧ ❛ sounds fair, ❜ suwa nods in agreement, holding an endeared smile to her face. ❛ i have to warn you my taste in food is a little. . . intense, ❜ her brows perk up, flashing aria a bright menu of spicy dishes. ❛ can you handle it, miss? ❜

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"oooh  ,  going  old  school  tonight  ⸺  i  like  the  way  you  think  ,  babe  ,  "  of  course  she  still  had  that  stack  of  takeout  menus  ,  a  collection  she's  been  growing  ever  since  college  of  all  of  her  favorite  (  and  cheap  )  restaurants  around  the  city  .  it's  almost  embarrassing  how  easily  she's  able  to  locate  the  pile  in  question  ,  only  one  drawer  beneath  her  designated  junk  drawer  they  all  laid  tucked  away  in  a  manilla  folder  .  "  well  if  we're  going  for  dessert  i  definitely  think  mexican  ,  i  actually  know  this  spot  a  few  minutes  away  from  here  that  makes  the  best  flan  ,  "  manicured  fingers  make  quick  work  of  flipping  through  the  sheets  of  paper  until  she  finds  the  one  she's  looking  for  and  slides  it  across  the  island  .  "  personally  i  think  we  should  just  go  for  a  plate  of  the  nachos  and  share  ,  maybe  add  a  couple  of  tacos  on  the  side  .  .  .  what  do  you  think  ?  "  ⸺  "  this  actually  works  out  great  since  someone  doesn't  like  her  drinks  strong  .  .  .  "  she  shoots  a  teasing  look  at  the  other  ,  "  we  can  just  make  margaritas  and  you  can  put  your  little  drop  of  tequila  in  there  yourself  .

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐀 tilted  her  head  in  thought  as  aria  rattled  off  the  night's  options.  " well,  as  much  as  i  enjoy  your  spinach  tortellini... "  cress  trails  off,  a  smile  on  her  face.  " lets  order  out! "  she  all  but  squeals,  excited  at  the  prospect  of  some  type  of  treat,  be  it  savory  or  sweet.  " you  know  i  love  it  when  you  play  bartender,  dear. nothing too strong though. "  the  blonde  smiles  at  the  darker  haired  woman  in  front  of  her.  " okay,  please tell me  you  still  have  that  pile  of  take  out  menu's? "  she  questions,  trying  and  failing  to  recall  any  of  the  many  restaurants  that  surround  them.  " i'm  totally  blanking...  but  i'm  thinking  maybe  thai?  or...  mexican? somewhere with dessert, preferably. "

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˙  ៹   open  starter  ,  @  aria's  place

"  okay  so  i've  got  two  options  for  dinner  :  spinach  tortellini  or  i  can  try  this  chicken  stir  -  fry  recipe  my  dad  just  sent  me  to  test  out  for  the  new  cookbook  ,  "  marble  countertop  of  her  kitchen  island  feels  cool  on  the  skin  of  her  forearms  as  she  leans  against  it  ,  scrolling  through  her  phone  as  if  that's  going  to  aid  at  all  in  her  decision  making  process  .  "  or  .  .  .  "  she  looks  up  from  her  phone  ,  a  playful  grin  pulling  at  the  corners  of  her  mouth  ,  "  we  can  just  pick  some  random  place  on  doordash  ,  order  whatever  looks  good  and  i  can  play  bartender  instead  of  chef  ,  "  an  option  that  sounded  much  better  than  the  rest  ,  mostly  because  it  left  a  lot  less  work  on  her  side  of  the  equation  .  "  why  don't  i  pick  a  random  place  and  you  pick  a  random  place  and  then  we  flip  a  coin  to  see  which  one  to  order  from  .  .  .  sound fair  ?  "

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aria's  mind  was  anywhere  but  here  ,  airpods  blasting  a  playlist  curated  specifically  for  mornings  like  these  where  she  had  to  catch  up  on  all  the  errands  she'd  put  off  over  the  weekend  .  head  is  down  ,  making  sure  she'd  checked  all  of  her  groceries  off  of  her  list  when  she  feels  a  soft  thump  on  the  inside  of  the  tote  she'd  been  holding  by  her  side  .  she  pulls  over  to  an  empty  strip  of  sidewalk  thinking  that  perhaps  something  fell  from  a  hole  in  her  bag  ,  but  instead  she  opens  it  to  find  a  black  iphone  resting  on  top  of  her  carton  of  eggs  .  headphones  are  slid  off  of  her  ears  ,  eyes  glancing  around  her  surroundings  until  she's  almost  immediately  met  with  an  awestruck  face  .  "  i  must  say  ,  you  have  incredible  aim  ,  "  she  teases  ,  happy  to  hand  the  phone  back  to  its  original  owner  .  "  no  offense  ,  but  you  look  a  little  .  .  .  like  a  deer  in  headlights  ⸻  are  you  okay  or  has  the  caffeine  just  not  kicked  in  yet  ?  "

hanuel & open.

hanuel   had   just   come   from   the   gym,   his   body   still   covered   in   sweat   as   he   walked   the   streets   of   the   upper   east   side.   his   phone   was   in   his   hands,   his   airpods   in   and   a   starbucks   in   his   other   hand.   he   was   texting   his   husband,   trying   to   figure   out   whose   house   they   were   staying   at   tonight   when   han   tripped   and   his   phone   went   flying.   "fuck,"   he   cursed,   already   taking   out   an   airpod   and   blinking   in   surprise.   "oh   um   thank   you,"   he   said   to   the   stranger.

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eyebrows  furrow  ,  motion  of  her  body  stopped  dead  in  its  tracks  as  pérola  voices  her  disapproval  of  her  drink  order  .  "  what  the  fuck  do  you  mean  too  much  cinnamon  ,  it's  a  cinnamon  roll  latte  .  .  .  "  too  much  cinnamon  was  the  whole  point  ,  right  ?  "  i  feel  like  i  get  a  vanilla  latte  every  time  we  go  out  for  breakfast  ,  i  wanna  try  something  new  ,  "  she  huffs  ,  glancing  up  at  the  menu  prepared  to  go  back  to  square  one  before  her  lips  begin  to  tug  into  a  smirk  .  "  you  know  what  ,  why  don't  you  order  me  a  drink  ⸻  whatever  you  want  ,  as  long  as  it's  not  matcha  .  .  .  i'll  never  understand  how  people  drink  that  shit  and  enjoy  it  .  "

starter to: open location: the brew club

❛ hmmm, no. bad choice. ❜ the words meant to be only thought came out before pérola could stop herself from saying them. she couldn't even pretend to be on her phone, speaking to somebody else, the device buried so deep inside her bag that taking it out would take so long it would be less embarrassing to actually finish the thought. ❛ they always put too much cinnamon in, you can barely taste, well, anything else really. unless you're cinnamon's number-one lover, i'd refrain from ordering that drink in particular. ❜

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DUA LIPA for Elle Magazine

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 application :

✧˚  ༘  ⋆｡˚  well,  well…  it  appears  that  aria  eden-west  will  be  a  part  of  new  york's  social  season  once  more  !  according  to  guildsource,  the  twenty  -  seven  year  old  is  most  known  for  being  an  heir  to  a  jewelry  empire  /  youtube  show  host  &  magazine  editor  ,  and  is  constantly  spotted  hanging  around  the  brew  club  —  seems  as  if  you've  heard  of  them,  too.  they  initially  made  a  splash  on  the  gossip  site  after  falling  down  the  steps  at  the  met  gala  ,  and  they've  been  the  center  of  attention  ever  since.  the  public  tends  to  view  them  as  being  nosey  and  critical,  but  people  close  to  them  say  they're  actually  captivating  and  thoughtful…  i'll  believe  it  when  i  see  it.  they  tend  to  remind  me  of  the  glossy  coat  on  the  pages  of  a  magazine  ,  the  blinding  sparkle  of  a  jewel  when  it  hits  that  perfect  spot  of  sunlight  ,  the  warmth  of  tequila  as  it  slides  down  your  throat  &  the  comfort  of  throwing  on  your  favorite  youtube  video  while  eating  a  meal  .  which  says  the  most  about  them.  i  wonder  if  they'll  be  seen  wearing  their  tiffany  &  co.  elsa  peretti  open  heart  necklace  to  the  social  events  this  year,  but  nevermind  all  that.  the  social  season  is  upon  us,  and  guildsource  is  always  watching.

statistics :

faceclaim  :  dua  lipa  name  :  aria  catherine  eden  -  west  birthday  :  april  eighteenth   birthplace  :  london  ,  england   age  :  twenty  -  seven   occupation  :  magazine  editor  ,  interviewer  &  youtube  show  host   education : bachelor’s in film and media studies from columbia. height  :  five  feet  ,  eight  inches   scent  :  dolce  &  gabanna  light  blue 

family heritage :

aria eden west is the newest carat in her family’s gold lineage, next in line to the throne of her family’s crown jewel , weston co.  founded by catherine west , weston co. was risen from the ground up , determined to give the ‘ every day woman ‘ access to jewelry that was both stylish and durable , allowing them to pay no mind to the usual wear and tear that came with being a twentieth century housewife . j.c penney was the first to invest , lining their accessories sections with their first ( and what would soon become their most famous ) cuff bracelet , an indisputable hit during the holiday season which made penney’s rich and catherine even richer . weston co. only blossomed from there , over the next hundred years she’d break the glass ceiling of the j.c penney’s jewelry section , open her own boutiques , little by little inching closer to the edge of rodeo drive where the weston co. now resides with the rest of the world’s greatest designers . weston co. prides itself on being made for women , by women — though , now it’s certainly popular and amongst anyone who enjoys fine jewelry — so the company now rests in the hands of eleanor eden - west , and eventually , it will become aria’s too .  ( weston co. is equivalent to a brand like cartier or tiffany & co. )

some lore about aria’s signature jewelry : the weston co. ( hehe ) open heart necklace in silver and gold is now an archival piece , released for a limited time in the late mid 2000s as an ode and celebration of the re-marriage of eleanor west and thomas eden .  west women are notorious for wearing almost exclusively gold jewelry , so the heart in gold is meant to represent both aria and her mother while the heart in silver symbolizes thomas , the two welded together in ( almost ) perfect matrimony . along with the necklace , she can almost always be seen wearing a random assortment of rings on her fingers , never so many to the point where it gets cluttered but there’s always at least one on her hands at all times . 

past :

you grow up with the world at your fingertips . everything you want is given to you before you have to so much as ask . it’s the typical life that’s afforded to a child like you , educated in the nation’s best private schools , never without the newest toys or latest book in whatever series you were obsessed with at any given time ( some even before they were released to the public ) . it’s comfortable , you’re comfortable , but why does that make you feel so guilty ?

technically the first “ true “ nepotism baby in your family considering that your mother didn’t get to reap the benefits of weston co.’s success until she was well in her 40s and your father built his entire career from the ground up . not that you’re complaining , people would kill for this life and you know that you’re lucky to live it . you don’t resent it , in fact you cherish it , but you can’t help from asking yourself one thing : what have you done to deserve this ?  a question both you and the tabloids seem to keep asking .

you want more out of life , as grateful as you are for your parent’s support you feel terrible taking it from them — is it true what everyone says ? would you really be nothing without your family name ? going to college feels like the only way to get away from it all , to silence that voice in your head that tells you the only thing you’ll ever have to show for yourself is a company you don’t even really own . you go to columbia , but not without scrutiny . impossible not to overhear the whispers of your peers that swear they have you pieced together , that are completely certain your family’s name ( or perhaps their generous donation ) is the only reason you’ve made it this far . they put a chip on your shoulder , and it’s only up to you to figure out how to get it off . 

you make two friends while you’re in college , it’s all you can really afford as someone who spends as much time in the library as you — one on occasion they quite literally had to drag you out of there kicking and screaming . you spend your first two years completely immersed in your studies , trying to prove to everyone ( read : yourself ) that there’s more to you than what your parents have given you , that you’re smart , independent , worth something on even your own .

it’s not until your senior year that you find the thing that would eventually become your life’s purpose . céline was meant to be nothing more than your final project , a theoretical magazine complete with three articles on art , entertainment and current events that was supposed to be for your professors eyes only . but you’ve never found yourself work so hard at something in your life , not only determined to make your final project your best one yet but actually interested in the process at hand . you found yourself excited to go home to write an research , so many nights spent watching the sun rise while you fooled around indesign tweaking the smallest details until they sat just right on the page . 

you’re not quite ready to own a company yet , the thought of inheriting the one that’s had your name signed on it sign the day you were born still sometimes makes you feel sick , so you’ll have to find another way to turn this into something more sustainable for the person you are right now .

you reach out to a couple of friends who reach out to a couple of friends and before you know it you’re being asked to pitch an idea for a youtube series , one that puts a new edge on the predictable world of celebrity interviews — and thus , pub crawl is born . it’s probably not the best idea , inviting celebrities for a day of recorded and publicized drinking all while asking them questions about their lives and careers , but maybe that’s exactly the point . pub crawl becomes an instant success , rising to viral fame after tom holland came to the show and completely spoiled the upcoming avengers movie after he’d gotten tripped up by one of your tricky questions . 

it’s been a hit ever since , each season only growing bigger and bigger until you find yourself being invited to interview celebrities at the red carpet of some of entertainment’s biggest events . people love you , they find your interviewing insightful yet playful , flirtatious yet elegant , captivating in every way as is obvious by the millions of views garnered by your interviews at the grammy’s , oscars and of course , the met gala .

you get three seasons deep into pub crawl before you realize that though hosting this show makes you happy , it doesn’t make you feel complete . sure , it’s fun picking your guests brains about their most recent projects but it doesn’t feel like enough . you want to talk about what’s really going on in the world , about art , history , fashion , design , and give voice to the people who do it best . so  , céline is pulled back out from the depths of your google drive , an dream you’re now determined to make into a reality especially now that you have all of the resources to do it on your own . for the next year , any time that isn’t spent filming pub crawl is dedicated to turning cèline into the publication it’s meant to be , gathering a team of writers , editors and designers to make certain that it lives up to the potential you’ve always known it had .

it’s been a year since it’s official launch , and while most of the reception has been positive you definitely won’t be winning a pulitzer any time soon . the critics sound like a broken record , dubbing céline as yet another passion project by an out of touch product of nepotism baby funded by money that was never yours in the first place . you’re tired of feeling like you have to prove yourself to people , trying to make them see that your worth is in more than just who you are, but what you can do — so , you stop trying to .

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𝗅𝗎𝗏𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌  :  home  to  aria  eden  -  west  ,  host  of  pub  crawl  ,  editor  of  cèline  &  your  favorite  nepo  baby  .  dependent  muse  for  guildfm  written  and  loved  by  kenny  .

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