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"𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃?" 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 as she groaned, rubbing her eyelids.
"You finally woke up, darling Scarlet." The oh-so-familiar voice of Finnick Odair said, looking down at her.
"Oh, no, I'm in hell." Scarlet spoke in a groggy tone, messing with him as she sat up.
Finnick chuckled, looking right into her eyes, longing for a stare, "I missed that."
"I certainly did not miss you."
"Welcome back, sweetheart!" Anfisa screeched in excitement, pulling the girl into a hug as she groaned at the contact with her injury. One of the Capitol doctors pulled her away, "Get off of me! Let me hold her, I know her!"
"Well," Chiara's raspy tone said as she sipped her usual drink, "Congrats, Scarlet, I'm proud."
"It means everything coming from you." Scarlet winked, "How long before the talk show?"
Finnick responded, "The doctors said you'd be fine by this evening."
"I'm so glad I'll be able to put you in red again," Rome smiled.
Scarlet furrowed her brows and Finnick followed her eye line, "Is that Mags?"
"She came to see you, she couldn't mentor this year," Finnick explained as Mags came towards the flock of people. She smiled at the newly crowned victor, giving her a thumbs-up motion.
"Thank you for coming." Scarlet softly said.
The evening came fast as one of the peacekeepers knocked, "It's time to get Miss Cristela ready for the show."
Finnick helped Scarlet stand up by holding her waist, she gripped tightly onto his supportive hand as she got out of the bed, walking to the stylist's room along with Rome.
"So what am I wearing today?" Her eyebrows rose, turning to Rome who put on a straight expression.
"I made it so you can say it's something majestic." He deadpanned, not trying to be funny but Scarlet giggled nonetheless.
After what felt like hours, she looked in the mirror as her final look was ready. Tiny pearls and sparkling stones were used to create winged eyeliner on her lids and glitter all over her eyes. Her hair had her usual, signature style with seashells and pearls embedded. Her lashes were deep blue and ridiculously long. Finally, her lips were painted a dark shade of red, contrasting the paleness of her skin fiercely.
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