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Jordan Rosemary thought she was going to have to murder someone the very second she had awoken from her peaceful night of sleep.
"We're fucking electricity, not the flower shop!"
"Will you watch your mouth, so vulgar."
"Jordan!"
"Jordan, don't you dare come out of that room."
"If you two would shut the hell up I wouldn't have to!" Jordan yelled back at the pair, screaming into her pillow before pulling herself out from under the warm sheets.
She forced back a shiver as the cold air and tile met her skin, pulling her sleeves over her wrists as she walked out into the main hall.
Standing in front of her was Quinn, dark green slacks that were nearly black on his legs, hanging low on his torso, paired with black boots. But his chest, Jordan gaped in awe at the sight.
Wilting roses, some dead and some nearly black, scattered all over his bare skin, paired with blood red eye shadow and green glitter in his hair.
"This isn't our district."
"Industrialization kills nature," Winnie scolded. They encased Quinn's wrists with two metal bracelets, as well as adding a few more dead roses to his chest.
Jordan's hands slowly fell from her mouth, breaking into a wide smile as they both turned to her.
"Amazing," was all she uttered.
"Come along." Winnie placed their hands upon her shoulders, softly guiding her to where Persia was waiting patiently.
"Jordan, nice seeing you." The woman's straight black hair went down to her thighs, her pale complexion contrasting the outrageous pink and purple tones of her outfit. "This is yours."
Jordan found herself awestruck again, a small laugh escaping her as she looked at what was in front of her.
A dark green dress that stopped above her middle thigh, and puffy sleeves that reached her wrists, only for a thin veil like fabric to continue down to her ankles. All throughout the fabric were dead roses, akin to Quinn's, along with a wilted flower crown.
"Come, put it on."
Jordan quickly stripped down to her undergarments, a light feeling in her chest when she saw the beauty of the outfit and how it fit her measurements perfectly.
"It's amazing."
"And we aren't even finished."
Persia shoved Jordan to sit in the uncomfortable chair in the bathroom, leaning over her for what felt like hours. She applied green eye shadow and blush to the girl's face, adding silver glitter to the makeup along with red glitter throughout her long hair.
