As I was running down the hall, I bumped into someone. I had the sudden urge to yell at whoever bumped into me but I realized it was just Finnick. I smile, and engulf him in a hug. He looks tired,and afraid. He isn't what he was a month ago. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Nothing." As he wiped his forehead and put on the smile that could run over any girl in the city, but I know better. "Well I gotta go before I'm late, bye." "Bye" He says. There is something wrong. I know it. Probably his "job". I continue running down the hall as before, but more worried. As I enter the dressing room, I get the familiar smell of hairspray and fabric. I always loved that smell. A few seconds later, my stylist, Tatiana comes in. She has bright purple skin and green wavy hair. Her eyes are unnaturally gold, and she is wearing a ridiculous blue jumpsuit made out of dyed feathers. She is a good stylist, and gets right to it. I am pushed into 3 machines, one putting my makeup on, one styling my hair, and one putting my dress on right. In the end, I look amazing. My makeup sparkles with glamour, and by hair's in a strawberry swirl. The dress lays on me perfectly and Tatiana picks the most perfect cream shoes to go with them.
Tatiana's outfit:
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Snow's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfic) (on hold)
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