Chapter 7

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Octavia

This morning, I wake before Arachne arrives. Instead of breakfast, I spend the early hours sparring with thin air, muscles flexing in anticipation of the day's interviews. Enobaria eventually calls me, though it's clear she's only doing it to avoid Arachne's ire.

After a quick meal of toast and fruit preserves, my prep team rushes me away. They repeat the beautifying routine from the Tribute Parade, painstakingly drawing intricate designs on my skin, arranging my hair, perfecting my makeup, and painting my nails. By the end of the first hour, exhaustion has already set in. Finally, my stylist enters with a concealed garment. They have me close my eyes as they fit the dress onto me, pairing it with strappy sandals. The fabric feels light against my skin.

"Open," one of them says.

I open my eyes and decide I look fierce. 

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