In the morning we are taken to a room by peacekeepers. I assume this is where we will meet our stylist and prep team. I step into this big room that was painted a beautiful golden yellow color. There is a mirror with light bulbs around it and a small desk type thing underneath it with make up and nail polish. This is where they will make me pretty for the chariot ride.
My prep team comes in first. They all look like normal capitol people. Capitol people all have had "work" done to them. They get there faces rearranged mostly. They all tell me their names. A girl Violet, a boy Tycra, and another girl Varla. They do what they are here to do. They prep me. First they start with hosing me down. I guess I'm a bit dirty. Then they pluck my eyebrows. I wince every time they make a single pluck. Next they take care of the hair on my legs. That hurts the most.
Finally my stylist comes in. She has golden hair with purple highlights. She wears sparkly pink eye eyeliner that comes close to her temple and makes a swirl. I have to say she does look stunning no matter how ridiculous it would look on somebody else. My prep team looks at her for approval of me. She stares at me and her face looks like she is going to dissaprove of me. Then she smiles and clasps her hands together and says "Wonderful, you did a glorious job Violet, Tycra and Varla! You may go now." She says happily. They all let out a long sigh of relief then leave the room. " Hello, I'm Kyra!" She says excitedly while smiling. "Hi, I'm-" SHe cuts me off. "Oh I know who you are. Your Lulu Recklon. I have been paying close attention to you ever since I found out I was styling you." She says.
First Kyra paints my nails a stunning metallic color. Then she gives me sparkling eyeshadow that matches her eyeliner except mine is silver gray. Then she does a lot of other make up details but I'm not sure what because I'm not going to be able to see myself until she is done. The last thing she does is do something with my hair. She turns me around and I look in the mirror at myself. I can;t believe it's really me. I look beautiful and just as stunning as her. The way Kyra did my makeup was almsot magical. I look so stunning but yet it still looks like me. "Wow!." I say. "Do you like it?" SHe asks me. "No i love it." I say. I smile. I frown. I look at my hair and it's straight and completely down except for my bangs. They are braided back and pinned. This is exactly the way I did Rose's hair at the reaping. I look down. "Is something wrong?" She asks. "This is exactly the way i did my sisters hair." I say. " I know I loved it and thought it would look great on you. Doesn't it?" She syas. I look up at the mirror again and smile because maybe it is a good thing to remeber Rose. And maybe she will see my hair tonight and think about how I did it for her. " Yes it does." I say smiling.
Finally I am told to go into the room to the left and put ont the outfit in a plastic cover she hands me. I go into the room and it is nothing but a room with a curtain there is no mirror or anything. I slip off the plastic bag and without looking I slip on the dress. I walk out and she gasps. She motions for me to turn and look at the mirrior. I do so. I let out a small gasp too. The dress is beautiful even on me.It is short and strapless. It has silver silk material and has a siver belt that is the same material comes around to tie into a bow int the front. I look as beautiful as ever. I twirl around and Kyra calls the prep team in to see me. They gasp and go on and on about how good I look. I ignore them because I am studying my features.
My lips are a silver grayish to match my nails, dress, and eyeshadow. My cheeks are a soft pink color. I can't even believe it's me. But you can tell it is even under the makeup. Kyra tells Varla to give me my shoes so she does. They are simple flats. Silver and they have a little bow above where my toes are. I slip them on and finally I am complete. Then one thought runs in my head. What will Parker think.
