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THE SILKY FABRIC CLUNG TIGHTLY TO HER SKIN AS— Ophelia was forced to wear another one of Menelaus' monstrous creations. The man had a thing for tight silk clothes that left the word clothes to the imagination. How she envied Katniss' designer at that moment. Here the female tribute was wearing some sort of wedding dress that looked better than what Menelaus chose to whip up. At least Cinna had better taste than the tiny piece of fabric that was called a dress.
A golden silk fabric wrapped itself around her breasts in the form of an X before snaking its way down around her thighs to cover just enough of her body before revealing her long legs. Too revealing, too tight, her arms, back and legs were exposed for the sole purpose of making the audience drool at her presence. Half of the hair tumbled into curly ringlets down to her mid-back while the rest was used to make a crown that had pieces of gold leaves sticking inside.
Her makeup was done to perfection, leaving Ophelia to look like a provocative queen wearing diamond heels that shimmered as stood waiting for her turn to talk with Caesar Fickerman. First, the siblings from District One would be the ones who get to do the talking, then it would be her turn. As much as Ophelia hated talking to Caesar, the best thing about being in District Two was that she was the second one to get everything done.
"Ophelia Starkov,"
Her lips curled into a forced smile as she made her way to the stage while the two siblings from District One said their fair wells to the people of the Capitol. To think how recently it was that she was back on this very stage, with an audience listening to every word as they teared up to hear the Jewel of the Capitol win the games. Now, she was returning once more with the very memories of the past haunting her presently.
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THE CHEERS AND ROOTING WERE ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM SNAP AWAY— from his work to focus on the screen that was up in front of him. Ever since the interview of Ophelia Starkov, that was enough for all of the men to draw their eyes away from their work every once in a while to get a look at the Jewel of the Capitol themselves.
It was bad enough that she was once again dressed in a piece of material that her stylist probably claimed was some sort of dress but it was worse to hear the derogatory remarks from the workers amongst him. As if it wasn't bad enough, Gale could hear them placing their bets for how many men she had slept with. Not to mention how lucky they would be to even have a taste of the sweetness of her skin. It made him sick.
His gaze followed the rest of the workers to see her plastered smile beaming for everyone to see. Whereas they were staring at her for her skin and her looks, Gale saw means to look beyond all of that. His eyes noticed the hurt as Caesar mentioned about her winning her games a while back. And he took note of how she bit her tongue in such a ferocious manner after she was interviewed about her relationship with one of her other Victors.
