Katniss's Dress For The Interview Novels & Stories

Did Trevor find out about my love for shoes in my interviews too? There was another package in the box. I quickly unwrapped it and right in front of me was a beautiful red dress. It was an ankle length dress, with a high neck and lacy sleeves. I flipped it sideways to have a view of the back. The back was open to the waist area. I gasped. *** As soon as I walked into the hall, I could feel a thousand and one eyes on me. I took graceful steps as I walked the aisle to find my seat.

God, i hoped it wouldn't cause me my life. Anna, meanwhile, looked absolutely breathtaking in the emerald green dress Kelvin had sent for her. The strapless design accentuated her delicate collarbones, and the intricate beading sparkled like diamonds in the light. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, showcasing her toned physique. She squirmed under my gaze, laughing as I complimented her. "You look perfect, Anna!" I exclaimed, and she beamed with pride.

Who the heck was this person? Kat quickly ran out of her bedroom and gave me an apologetic look. She was dressed in a cute Charleston-inspired dress with sequin beadings and a flowing bottom skirt. With her tall and slender frame, Kat looked like a model. I sometimes envied her. I was short and had too much of everything, which made it a nightmare to find clothes that fit. “Liv isn’t coming with us, Priscilla. I’m done getting ready, so you can go into my room to… powder your nose or something.”

“Exactly.” Hector couldn’t imagine his, Caitlin’s, and – well, everyone’s embarrassment if Cassandra had dressed in her normal, expressive attire. His daughter looked like a well brought up conservative lady in her white dress with midnight blue leaves patterned around the swinging skirt and over her shoulder. An off-blue sheer shawl hung around the bend of her arms. Her white high heels almost made her as tall as Alexander.

She told them the truth and they supported her. When Rhezi got tired of scrolling on F******k and I*******m, she quickly got up. Then the smile crept on her lips again when she saw the dress she was wearing. She even smelled it on the side of her neck and seemed to be daydreaming while closing her eyes. It made her smile even more. It was a white cotton shirt from Kraius. It looked like a dress on her because of its length that reached the middle of her snow white like thighs. Kraius gave it to her the other night to get her to change her clothes. While wearing a black Calvin Klein boy shorts.

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.

She didn't expect him to act any different after last night, but, he was acting even cooler than before. And just now, he had looked her in the eye dismissively as if he were speaking over video call or something. She put on the black color block neckline, cuff long sleeve, faux pocket minimalist short dress and this time, she wasn't as surprised that it fit her perfectly -- still, it surprised her that Cassian knew her dress size. Had he been watching her all these while? She admired the dress, combing her hair out, she applied a little make up from the things he had gotten her.

"But if you'd rather not do this, it's fine. I can make an excuse for you." Ari shook her head. "No. As you said, we need to do this. And I want to be there to tell my side. I'd like to put this mess behind us once and for all." Grayson kissed her cheek. "You look beautiful, by the way." She was dressed in a sheath dress, with a high neck, and sleeveless. She planned to wear a full-length white coat over it, since it was January, and then take it off at the studio. She just hoped everything went well and that the interview went in their favor. She just hoped the station didn't double cross them. But if they did, the Crown would never give them an exclusive again.

HANNAH'S POV Zachary went to his meeting while Tammy escorted me to the interview. The moment we arrived at the interview I had to change into an white Ivory draping blouse with a navy blue patterned overlapped skirt along with an aqua anklet strap clogs. I had Tammy on standby the entire interview though she wasn't sitting next to me she kept me focused the entire interview since the interviewer didn't know a thing about respect.

She’s in her thirties and is wearing a jarring and bright contrast of a suit jacket, a skirt and a turban, plus a boa-sized layering of shawls and scarves. At least 20 minutes is spent filling out the personal information sheet. Because Kate is terrified out of her wits, she goes on auto-pilot. Her brain takes over and she has an almost out-of-body experience where she watches her own self going through the motions. The head examiner says “… yadda, yadda, yadda cream of the crop yadda, yadda, yadda…” and freely associating, Kate’s hyperactive imagination takes all of them to the Reaping. The head examiner – because of her eclectic fashion sense – turns into Effie. “Happy Hunger Games! And ma