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Preparation
AMARA WAS DREADING PREPARING FOR THE interviews that would be taking place. Yet, here she was, on her way to meet Twinkle for "training" when she should have been preparing for the games. She was sucking it up though, if the sponsors didn't like her she would basically be screwed and would die early on.
The girl couldn't help but think how much better Basil would be at all of this.
"Amaranth! Honey, you are late." The Hightower woman walked over, her tall heels clicking on the ground.
"How—" the girl shook her head slightly, putting on a smile. "I'm sorry."
"Hm, don't worry. Just remember we can't be late to the interviews." Twinkle walked over with a pair of heels in her hand, handing it to the girl. "All the women from the districts need to learn to walk in heels."
"This will be useful when I die." Amara took them out of the woman's hand, walking over to a sleek white couch and taking a seat.
"Now, don't pout. The games helps us all." The Hightower woman put her hands together, wrapping one set of fingers around the other.
"I don't pout, I observe." The Reed girl shrugged, sliding each heel on their respective feet. She had seen a pair of them before but had never worn them, or walked on them.
"Now all you have to do is get up, and walk." Twinkle smiled expectantly as Amara got up, the girl immediately falling to her feet making the red haired woman frown.
"Well, I guess i'm going to be doing this for awhile." Amaranth placed her hands on the floor to push herself up, if she received help she would never learn and well, she kind of needed to learn this.
"It's okay, dear. I didn't learn how to walk in a pair of these until well after my infant years." The Hightower woman crossed her arms over her chest. "It's all about the experience."
"Thanks for the wonderful advice." The Reed girl mumbled underneath her breath, shaking her head slightly as she lifted herself up from the floor.
Wearing heels was gonna suck.
AFTER HOURS OF PRACTICING, AMARA WAS finally kind of walking on her own. Her feet were beginning to swell, and a scab formed on the back of her ankle making her wince. She wasn't amazing at it but it was good enough for the amount of time they had, especially since Lennox was knocking impatiently at the door.
Until he burst in because well, that was just him.
"I've been out there for ages. How hard could it be to walk in those things?" The man asked, a brow raised expectantly as he looked between the two women.
