Katniss's Dress For The Interview の小説・ストーリー

I was mid-stride when the door opened. Emma strode in, all dolled up in a sleek red dress that hugged her curves, her hair pinned up like she was stepping on a stage or out of the page of a magazine. Her eyes narrowed at me, lips curling in disgust as she took in my rumpled shirt and jeans. “Zane, what the hell? You're not dressed? The interview starts in twenty minutes.” I stopped pacing, rubbing a hand over my face. Interview? The word barely registers through the fog of my obsession.

"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

This was her chance toward independence. After a quick shower, she stood in front of her closet, her mind racing through options. She needed to look professional, yet approachable. After a brief moment of contemplation, she picked a sleek black dress, one that accentuated her figure without being too revealing. The dress had a modest neckline and a hemline that hit just below the knee, perfect for a corporate interview. She paired it with a delicate silver necklace, a simple touch that made her feel confident but not overdone.

Apart from the fancy clothes what was left in her box were sweats, baggy shirts, short and a few designers nightwear. Hopeless, Katherine left the luggage to her closet. Hoping greatly to find something suitable enough. She ransacked through the rows of her neatly hanged and organized clothes and finally settled for something befitting enough for the interview. Pinning a black belt over the white dress she had on, Katherine swiftly blow-dried and styled her hair, finalizing the outfit with her red and black stilleto heels. She packaged the necessary documents in a folder and head to the door. Flinging it open, she found Yvonne standing in front of her, her hand raised and her fist tightened.

“I love that I can always rely on you. You’re the responsible one.” “How’d he even know that, though?” Kat asked. Renee looked her over. “It’s kind of obvious. I mean, look at what you’re wearing.” “What do you mean?” Kat had thought out her outfit very carefully. She was wearing a pale green dress that made her dark hair look even darker and her green eyes pop. She had on a soft white cardigan to cover her bare arms. It was conservative and cute, perfect for a wedding, but it certainly wasn’t a bridesmaid dress. She didn’t want it to compete with the bridal party.

Katie chirped before adding “and you owe us” “Yes! That’s right. And we start internship on Monday, let’s enjoy the last free weekend we have together in the next six months” I sighed because she’s right, “Fine. But I’m wearing my Pants” Kate snorted immediately “No, Nova darling, you are wearing… THIS!” She happily held up a silver dress that looked like it belonged to a reality tv star, not a broke scholarship girl who is being forced on a night out by her rich pampered roommates turn best friends.

"The fact that I put your name for as an intern, doesn't mean you won't to the be interviewed first." What?? He must think the reason for my long face. I force a smile to my face, when he smiles back, it forces mine to change into a real, happy genuine smile. West kisses my forehead and turns to his room. "Go and get ready, dear." On a normal day, or anyother day in the past, I would not know what to wear to an interview. Rephrase: I would not have what to wear to an interview, but not after the luxurious shopping we did a few days ago, now I have more than enough to choose from, so I'm still confused. I stretch my hands to open the door of the closet and skim through the dresses hanging ins

A MONTH LATER “Please tell me you aren't wearing that for the job interview Hailey”. Natasha said with a tooth brush on her mouth Hailey was all dressed up and ready to go for a first Job interview at Antonio’s company She wore a plain white gown with a black pair of shoes Hailey nodded her head in affirmation as she stared at her sister “Jesse, don't you have any sense of fashion”. Natasha said dropping her tooth brush looking frustrated She went straight into her room, Hailey was way slimer than she was so it was a bit difficult to get her exact size