Katniss's Dress For The Interview Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I hate morning interviews. They always try to make them look relaxed—plants in the background, too-white sofas, a mug with the show’s logo—but nothing about it feels casual. It feels like stepping into an operating room where I’m the one being dissected. I smooth my dress. It’s black silk, plunging neckline, sleeves that drape off the shoulder. It’s bold, severe, confident. Exactly what I need to be today. My PR manager, Tessa, stands behind the cameras, giving me a look that says don’t screw this up.

This day is the day that I will get to be interviewed with the CEO! I was spacing out of what I should wear for the interview but I just shrugged and went to formal clothes. Like a white polo, a black coat and black jeans. I made sure to do formal hair as well. I walked down, immediately saw Meggay and Savannah fighting about what delicious dish. "You know, Meggay! The pickle is better than the one in your Caldereta!" Savannah asked while stirring the chicken in the pan.

She was surprised to receive a call back that very day requesting she come in for a job interview the following day. Arianna accepted and then gasped in horror once she realized she didn’t know what to wear for her interview. Arianna had never been to a country club before, but she’d heard enough to know that something sleek, stylish, and professional would be preferred. Arianna dressed in a black sheath dress with long mesh sleeves that cuffed at the wrist for her interview. She paired her outfit with a pair of black pumps and diamond studs. Arianna arrived for her interview twenty minutes early and was floored by the rows of expensive luxury cars parked in the compound.

THE WAY HANNAH paces in my office gives me the best view of her ass. "I cannot present with you, Damien. I'm serious." She whirls around, heading in the opposite direction, giving me another angle to admire. "How could you expect me to talk in front of all those people?" She might think she's being modest in her turtleneck top, but her skirt screams otherwise. It's the same one she wore during her interview, black and tight in all the right places.

Elena Nobody explained what I was supposed to wear to a political test disguised as a courtesy visit, so I chose the plainest dress in my wardrobe out of pure spite — no crimson, no gold thread, nothing that looked like it had been selected to make a point. If the Kesslers wanted to evaluate whether I was worth Kade's loyalty, they could do it without the costume. Kade found me before we left, took one look at the dress, and said nothing except, "Good," which I decided to take as approval rather than analyze further.

"Thank you, Anthony." "I will attempt to keep him from mass killing the building for another twenty minutes. Ensure you arrive before the clock runs out." The line goes dead at his final order. I drop the phone into my pocket and rush towards my room. If I'm ignoring the media and my reputation, I've one dress that will make me at least look good. I search through my wardrobe till I find my Vibekara French Retro dress. It's a polka dot textured formal dress with a puff sleeve. Its chest is the highlight and the slit makes it a bit racy which I hope comes to good work. I pick up my assigned submissive necklace and a shoe to match. BANKS POV

She staggered, her heart pounding hard against her chest. Now the interviewer was talking to her and so she planted her feet firmly on the ground to save herself from reeling. “How are you gorgeous?” “Fantastic” She forced a smile. Nat pressed his hands firmer again. They shared a brief glance where his gentle nod assured her that he was with her. “And what are you wearing?” “I—the words didn’t come out. She took a deep breath then went on. “I’m wearing Pearl green by Zara Carter”. “Who’s that?” the interviewer didn’t seem to know.

"Listen up. I'm Natalia Accardi. That name on the dress? Natalia. Accardi." The clerk flinched hard. Someone muttered, "We should call the designer... figure out what's happening..." "Screw that!" Jella shrieked, clutching her face, eyes wild and blazing. "Call security! This bitch is dead!" I tilted my head. "Still yappin'? Want a matching scar?" She jerked back, hands flying to her face. I smirked, eyes flicking to the staff. "Get the dress off her. I'll let this slide. Don't? Your store's done tomorrow."