Novel & Cerita Katniss's Dress For The Interview

I’d already made the decision not to give anyone ammunition, especially not Kieran and other Alphas at a political meeting. I went to my closet and pulled out the most modest dress I owned. It was dark blue, long-sleeved, and had buttons all the way up to my throat. The skirt fell past my knees. I looked like I was going to a funeral. Good. I braided my hair tightly, winding the braid around my head like a crown, and didn’t bother with makeup. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I looked cold, closed off, and impenetrable.

"I'm bringing you with me to meet some investors. Why don't you go to the car and change into your new clothes first?" Kisa nodded. She did not ask more questions but went straight to the car with her clothes. The window was raised so that people outside could not see what was happening inside the car. Kisa quickly changed her into the plain long-sleeved sensual dress. Jensen even brought her a pair of white shoes. These days, she had been wearing sneakers to the set because it was more comfortable.

I should have charged them extra. “All right, I think we're ready,” Kelly, the interviewer, said, dropping into a seat to my left and giving me a winning smile. As though she needed a smile like that with legs like those. I watched as she carefully crossed her long, tanned, muscular limbs in front of her and carefully arranged her navy skirt. When she leaned toward me, clearly trying to appear friendly for the cameras, I caught a glimpse of a lacy, black bra beneath her gray shirt. Maybe she wasn't quite as straight-laced and prim as she appeared to be.

She asked me to try it on, and with heavy steps, I walked toward the fitting room. When I put on the dress I looked at myself in the mirror. My face seemed unfamiliar. The smile which should have decorated the face of a bride was missing. What looked back at me was the face of a woman stuck in a situation she never signed up for. Mr. Corleone knocked the fitting room door. "Katniss, how does it look? Can I see?" I stood still for a few moments before I could breathe again and opened the door. His eyes flashed over me rapidly, taking in all the details of my appearance. “You look… perfect,” he said, and the way he said it made me feel shivery all over.

Even Miranda didn't have much confidence in herself. Paul's dark eyes held a hint of amusement. "You said it yourself. It's a small probability that you didn't pass. I believe in the likelihood of the more probable outcome." Miranda's smile grew wider. "Then I'll take that as a good omen." … The interview at Bedford College was scheduled for early March. Miranda picked out a formal outfit and paired it with black kitten heels. Her understated attire wasn't flashy, but at least she wouldn't be making a fashion faux pas.

Anna stood behind the crew with her arms crossed. She looked straight ahead, to be exact, at Kate posing in a white polka dot midi dress. It was a photo shoot for a magazine as well as an interview. "Kate, can you jump with a cheerful face?" asked the woman near Anna. She was the stylist of the magazine. Kate nodded, then resumed the session. She followed her lead by jumping several times while smiling and laughing. This time, the theme was cheerful. That was why the polka-dot dress was also colorful.

CALANTHA A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER I let out a frustrated sigh as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the dress I had on. It was a long, thin spaghetti strap dress. Simple, not flashy—but somehow, it still felt like too much. That was what bothered me. I didn’t know if I was overdressed or underdressed for wherever Kaiden was taking me. He had messaged me earlier, telling me to get ready because his guards were coming to pick me up. When I asked where we were going, he only said it was a surprise.

I mumbled a quick thank you, still confused as to why she gave me an annoying look when we just met. I took the left, went straight, and was shocked to see the number of people here for the interview. They were dressed like they came for a model audition. Some women were in office clothes, and some wore revealing clothes. Men were all in the best suits they could get. Now I was self-conscious about the way I dressed: a white top with half sleeves, a pencil skirt right above my knees, and stockings. There were still about 10-15 people. I stood in a corner and waited for my name to be called. To say I was nervous would probably be an understatement.

" Monday? As in tomorrow? My stomach lurched as a wave of nervous excitement washed over me. This was it. The opportunity I’d been waiting for. I scrambled off the couch, tossing the blanket aside as I mentally ran through my wardrobe. What does one wear to an interview at a prestigious company? Something professional, polished… something that screamed “hire me!” My gaze fell on the shopping bags the boss had gifted me, still perched by the door where I had left them since I came back. I’d completely forgotten about them. Curiosity piqued, I sifted through the bags, my fingers brushing against luxurious fabrics and designer labels. My jaw dropped as I pulled out a black dress, its simple ele

. I waited downstairs for her, as she came walking down the stairs I couldn't breath all of the air was sucked out of my lungs. She looked gorgeous in a gold and ivory coloured dress, it was a low halter of course with those gorgeous breasts up for public view. Luckily certain parts were closed, the dress came all the way down to the ground and on both sides she had slits on either side of her gorgeous legs. Her hair was tied up and her makeup flawless, she is always flawless no matter what she does. Her smile was one of her greatest assets as she smiled and started to turn around. Her back completely open, and dammit now I wanted to stay. And see how flexible and durable this damn dress wer