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Hello again I'm really sorry for the wait, as always. School is taking up a lot of my time. I hope you like the update!
Prim POV
After finishing up with Cinna I was carted out the door and into a room where the styling crew attacked me with the weapons I had seen only the day before. Brushes and combs ripped through my hair, eyeliner and mascara were pointed towards my face like swords, all the hair was torn from my body and my nails were filed into perfect ovals. Let me sum this up, it sucked. Although I have to admit, I looked on fire afterwards. Quite literally. Intricate designs of flames had been painted onto my finger nails, my hair was pulled into an elaborate braid crowning my head, and I had minimal make up on. I was curious about this but Cinna said he wanted the audience to recognize me, I was going in with a boom and come out with a bang. After I the torture was over, I was given a silky white robe and i wandered around the room dreading the arrival of night. Soon Peeta walked into the room, his blue eyes sparkling and for a second I forgot he wanted me dead. I looked down to the ground and felt his gaze burning into the back of my head until he too looked away. Slowly I walked over to a chair and the two of us waited in complete silence until Cinna called me back into the room.
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