The Hunger Games

Chapter Thirteen

EDELMIRA'S POV
"What are we going for here?" I ask Samana as I smooth the mint green dress. "Charming." She replies. Yes. That fits. The dress barely falls to my knees, and the light brown braided belt tightens around my waist.
"But with your personality, I'll think you'll come off as charming with a touch of ready to slit your throat." Samana adds, handing me a pair of light brown leather sandals to match the belt. Ready to slit your throat. Well then. I slip on the sandals and look in the mirror. The shortness of the skirt does make me a little uncomfortable, but just by working with Samana once or twice, I can already tell that she totally knows what she's doing. "Thank you Samana," I say, running my hand through my hair. "Oh we're not done yet hon." She says, escorting me to another room, a smaller one with a chair, mirror, hair products, cosmetics and Samana's squealing prep team.
"Sit down darling," Emberly, my makeup artist says, sitting me down in the chair in front of the mirror. I sit down and cross my legs. "Oh your eyebrows!" Folius yelps, grabbing a pair of tweezers in his hands. Emberly snatches them out of his hands and sets them back down, brushing a stray piece of red hair out of her face. "I should really be the makeup artist here. If it were my job-" Folius begins, only to be cut short. "If it were your job, she would look terrible!" Emberly snaps. "Don't worry your eyebrows are perfect." She adds, turning to face me. "Um thanks," I say as she closely examines my face, muttering to herself.
She grabs a natural colored lipstick and blends it into my lips. "Folius, stop sulking and do your job!" She orders, applying what I know to be liquid eyeliner to my eyes. I wonder how she knew what he was doing. He was behind her back. I can feel him combing through my dark hair and separating it into three big strands.
"Where's Yvonne?" I ask through gritted teeth. I don't know why Folius has to braid my hair so tightly. "She's sick," Folius responds, stretching his arm out and grabbing a clear rubber band and five bobby pins. "With what?" I ask, relaxing as he secures the base of the braid with the rubber band. "Just a cold." Emberly says, tilting my face upward it get a better look at her work.
"Oh." "Done!" Folius says, clapping his hands together. I turn my head to the side so that I can see what he's done.
"I like it. Did you think of it yourself?" I ask. I've seen this before, but I want to be polite. He's kinda sensitive. "Wrapping the braid up to make a bun? Yes. I thought of it myself." He huffs proudly. "Just give me a moment I'm just about done," Emberly says, rolling her eyes. I wait patiently for about five minutes until she finishes. It feels like the moment after she's done that I'm ushered out to be interviewed by Caesar Flickerman. He's getting old and it's amazing he's still alive.
I remember Samana's words.
Charming with a touch of ready to slit your throat. I'm not quit sure why, but this makes me smile.