Katniss's Dress For The Interview Novels & Stories

Katrina’s POV “What?” Maddy questions, her expression one of shock as her gaze was directed at me, her lids narrowing in confusion. “Anything the matter Miss?” “Nothing is the matter,” I beamed at her and took in her appearance. I had asked her to dress nice as per Davos’s instruction, and she had diligently obeyed by putting on a brown floor length print dress with short sleeves and a v-neckline, she appeared honestly beautiful. “Then why are you asking me to follow you to dinner Miss?” She went on to ask, her face morphing into a frown. “Was that the reason I was asked to dress nice? There is something going on right Miss?”

Neither do I have a job or anyone to run to. Tears slipped down my cheeks before making my way up to my room. • I stared at myself through the mirror in front of me as a sigh left my lip. This dress is indeed beautiful. It's a short strapless black gown that stopped an inch before my knee. It has a cut at both side waist with an embroidery design all over it, especially the down part. This is my first time putting on an expensive and good-looking dress after my Dad's death. I didn't have enough money for shopping and neither did Aunt Capella bothered to get me any good dress.

She replied trying to sound professional an impression she believes will work on Rex to gain favor. Little did she know Rex wasn’t up to such an act. All candidates are expecting to meet face to face with popular billionaire, Rex Angelo, but little did they know waiting right there in the hall was the interview. Rex watched for a second before he noticed an unusual figure emerging from the door. He watched as a girl in a simple sundress and Jean jacket stepped cautiously, as if on reflex all heads turned towards her, he could see them judging her appearance and her simplicity. But not him, instead of being offended he was swoon by her simplicity.

"The interview is tomorrow. What do you wanna wear, baby girl?" Anne asked herself. She hummed her favourite song happily, as she went through her mini wardrobe, in search of a perfect outfit to wear to her interview the following day. "This isn't bad." She said, holding out a red fitted gown. "This isn't bad either." She said, as she held another dress out. It was a black dress with a white pattern drawn beautifully on it. She held both dresses out in her hands, confused about which one to pick.

"I've already gone with you to try that dress several times. What's wrong with missing it once? Natalie just got back. She was alone with all that luggage. "As a friend, I had to pick her up. You're usually so reasonable. Why make a fuss over something this small? Do you really have to give me the silent treatment over this?" "I'm fine." I brushed his hands away, hung the towel back on the rack, and turned to leave. "Really?" Enzo followed me out, sounding noticeably more relaxed. "Did you finalize the dress yesterday, then? Send me the bill. I'll sign it." I walked over to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, and took out the stamped order form.

Even with scandal. I’ll bring out the truth. Encouraged by my own peptalk, I walk to my car and drive myself to Garnar’s. That night, I wear a simple but elegant black dress and heels. I settle on simple golden jewelry: a chain necklace, matching bracelet, and hoop earring. My makeup I wear heavier than normal, my war paint. I kiss the girls goodnight and tell Garnar I have an interview for work downtown. He lifts his brow at my outfit. I know he wants to argue, but eying Iris, he keeps his mouth shut.

Her clothes selection was limited—she owned exactly three outfits that weren't the servant's uniform her family preferred her to wear around the house. For the interview with Rhys, she chose dark jeans that were slightly too large but looked presentable with a belt, and a simple black blouse that had seen better days but was clean and professional enough. She had no jewelry except for a small silver necklace Dante had given her years ago—before her arrest, before everything had fallen apart. She fastened it around her neck like armor.

"Really? Where?" "Jonzx Haiè International." Her squeal caused me to drift the phone backwards a little. "Are you serious right now?" "You bet your fucking ass I'm serious." I chuckled. "I'll need your help with what to wear-" "Say no more." She interrupted and hang up. *** Thursday had finally arrived. Rose had made sure to dress me in the best style for an interview. I had on a white button down shirt with grey pants and the only expensive black Michael Kors hand bag Rose had. She had packed my black mid-spinalcord length hair in a bun and lent me her grey heels.

Chapter 40 Elara's Pov One more event and then, it was over. Finally, the election was coming to an end. Cassian had hand picked a dress for me. The first time he was doing something like this. He called me to his chambers and handed the dress to me. He never mentioned a word about Rowan, it was just a simple, ‘prepare, for the interview tomorrow.’ The dress hung on the wardrobe. It was a yellow colour, my favourite. This still had a high collar and long sleeves to cover my bruises.

Cassius asked as they bathed together, his fingers trailing down her back as the running water fell on them. "Hmm. Why do you ask?" He wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "They are quite difficult, Rebel. I know you know that, but I can't help but worry a little." Tatiana smiled. "I'll be fine. I'm prepared for this," she said, then kissed him. She needed that energy from him. Cassius didn't disappoint. He kissed her back and gave her the warmth she wanted. Jemima was the first to be interviewed. She was wearing a long, flowing, elegant, rich green gown that matched well with her jewelry and accentuated her body.