Hunger Games Stylists Novels & Stories

I didn't want this but I made a promise. He looks at the menu ready to order. He brought me to an expensive restaurant lucky for me I have a friend that loves the dress. I dare not to look at the menu, could imagine how expensive the dishes are. "Aren't you going to look at the menu to see what you want to order?" He asks. "I'm not hungry-" sudden my stomach start to growling, I felt my cheeks heated. Why know? "So your not hungry huh?" "I...I" "If your worry about the bills, forget it, this restaurant is mine anyway, order whatever you like," he said.

Bella actually scowled at me when Haley told her I would accompany her instead of Bella. On the first run, I didn’t really get why I had to carry spare clothes for her to wear, considering there are stores of random clothing all around the pack. But once she pulled on her sparkly jeans and unnecessary lace black bra with a tiny white tank. It was then that I understood her reasoning. Everything with Haley is a fashion statement. Which TYPE of fashion statement is the real question?

“She has the clavicles to pull it off.” Lydia played with my hair for a moment. “You’re right,” she agreed. “Do you guys do this often?” I asked, trying my best to hold still in the chair as Lydia styled my hair. Lydia chuckled. “All the time. We’re the go to team for last-minute makeovers. We’re the best in the business.” “That sounds interesting.” I tried not to grimace as Lydia pulled on my hair. “How do you know the senator?” “Faye? She’s an old friend of mine,” Gunner explained as he carried a poofy dress of pale blue fabric behind me and to the bathroom. “We’ve worked together for years.”