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❝maybe it was ego swinging❞
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ISLA WAS SAT IN FRONT OF A MIRROR WITH HANDS ALL OVER HER. Her stylist and her helpers were tugging at her hair, arms, and legs, getting her ready for the district parade. It was when all of the tributes were paraded in front of the president and the Capitol citizens for no real reason except for the fact that they got to see them in their fancy outfits that represented their district.
For her first games, Isla had been dressed like a seashell with coral boots. She had been really unsure about the outfit at first, but as soon as she saw it on her, she was in love. So, she trusted the designers to make her look good. However, she was starting to wonder if they were making her look good or pulling her limbs off of her body. It hurt a hell of a lot.
"Jesus, Isla, my love. When was the last time you brushed your hair?" Eloise asked as she combed through the mess that the Angler woman had just pulled back after her shower the day before. She had had too much on her mind to worry about her hair since she was about to be put back in the arena. "It looks like an absolute mess."
Jespa, her stylist stood back and looked her up and down, even though she was not standing and just sitting in her t-shirt and shorts. She was dressed for District 4 summer weather and not the Capitol. They had air conditioning there, and the atmosphere just seemed colder. Jespa smiled as she stared at the girl she was supposed to style. "Your body is still incredible, though."
