~~ Sorry it's really short! The next one will be better! I promise! So happy reading I just have no muse today,~~
“See you soon, Cato.” I said, leaning up on my toes and pecking him lightly on the lips. Then I turned, and walked with Oran into another room to get ready for my interview.
“See you, Clover.” He murmured keeping hold of my fingers until we were too far apart.
Oran closed the door behind me.
“Are you ready to see your interview dress?” He asked; a broad smile on his face. Obviously, he was already extremely pleased with his work.
“Yeah, sure.” I murmured with my mind only on Cato.
Oran stepped away, only to return a moment later with a beautiful orange dress.
“Come!” He said excitedly, “Let’s get you ready!” He said, leading me to another area of the room.
“Close your eyes! And don’t you dare open them until I tell you that you can!” He bubbles, wow; he couldn’t wait for me to see what he envisioned. I closed my eyes, the time flying by as I filled my mind with thoughts of Cato, easily being able to banish the terrible thoughts of the upcoming Hunger Games out of my mind.
After a long while of tugging on my hair and applying tons of makeup, I was finally allowed to open my eyes.
Not to sound too full of myself, but I looked absolutely stunning. The dress was beautiful, and my minimal amount of make up really highlighted my natural features; which I was really hoping for.
“How do you like it?” Oran asks me, beaming.
Don’t get me wrong! I love the dress, and Oran was so sweet, but. This night wasn’t exactly one that I was looking forward to. Since it was the last night I had before I was shoved into the arena.’
The skirt of the dress fell down to my knees, so it wasn’t too long. It didn’t look serious, but didn’t make me look like a full out tom-boy either. I really did like it.
“It’s really nice.” I said quietly. Oran seemed very disappointed by my reaction.
“Do you not like it? If you don’t I might have some time to alter it…” He said, moving to a notebook and began scratching it roughly with a pencil.
“No! No, I really really like it. I do, it’s just that my mind is on other things.” I say, completely honestly.
“Oh, well, then you should get going. The interviews should be starting soon.” He said, putting the notebook down and giving me a small smile, causing the stretched skin on his face to wrinkle.
I smiled weakly back at him, before walking out of the room.
