The Future Mockingjay🕊️

Chapter Fourteen

▫️Willow ▫️

"Let's get you all glammed up, sweetheart" Slurred Uncle Haymitch, walking right out, or should I say, stumbling out after saying that, leaving me with mommy and Aunt Effie.

"Let's start with your posture, now." Aunt Effie says, patting my back lightly. I groan. I'm dressed in a ridiculously long dress and equally ridiculous killer heels.

"Willow, I made it through, so can you!" My mom comments, laughing.

I scowled a little. "It's tiring. We've already agreed about my approach!"

My approach is flirty or sexy. Apparently, I have the body and face for it.

*BIG eye roll*

I've been training in killer heels for about 5 hours, and I'm truly exhausted.

"Can't you just let me off?" I ask, no, almost pleading them. My foot was sore, jaw hurt from smiling, head spinning a little. Possibly from dehydration.

Aunt Effie and my mom exchanged a look. Aunt Effie sighs, and allows me off for the whole day. I cheer and hug her.

It will be the interview tomorrow night. Better get some rest.

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Its not until afternoon that my prep team, a trio that consists of Victoria, who has sharp and straight jet-black hair, Caspian with his trademark silver eyeliner and last but not least, Polly, her attractive ocean-blue eyes which is in style right now in the Capitol that made her quite popular.

I am waxed, skin radiant, my eyebrows plucked and nails made. My hair was styled but left down naturally. It was curled and highlighted with lighter streaks. My make-up is quite natural, too. My prep team dabbed a thin layer of powder onto my face, outlined my full lips and eyes. And my lashes were curled and sprinkled with red glitter.

All that is left to do is wear my clothes. I stepped into a bundle of fabric blindly, and after some tugging and adjusting, I was rotated towards the mirror. I stand before it, taking in every single detail. My mouth dropped open.

My dress was a mess of glowing satin. With a mixture of red, yellow, black and orange lacing it. It created tiny flames, and when I twirl, it was as if I was dancing, dangerously, in flames. I decided I liked it. Very, very much. And turned to find Alex to thank her.

"Thank you so much, Alex! I love it so much..." I trailed off, still gazing into the mirror.

"It's my pleasure, honey" She replied, pleased at my reaction. "Now go show the world who owns it" I smile, determined to make her proud.