Romans & histoires Katniss's Dress For The Interview

He could only think of one reason that she didn't wear a formal dress and thus couldn't enter. Catelyn had guessed that the security guard would say so. She unzipped her long trench coat and exposed her red strapless and backless evening dress. Her red lipstick looked enchanting. A shining diamond necklace was on her fair neck. She looked sexy, beautiful and noble. She lifted her pointed chin slightly and asked the security guard, "Can I enter now?" The security guard was stunned by her and opened his mouth slightly. He even stammered, "Of course…, you can. Mrs. Mason, Mr. Atherton, please… come in..."

"But for the record? Whatever happened, whatever he did or didn't do—you're not alone here. Not anymore." My throat tightens. I turn away before he can see it affect me. "The dress," I say. "Show me." He unzips the garment bag. The dress inside is deep green—almost black in certain lights—with long sleeves and a neckline that's elegant without being revealing. It's the kind of dress that says, "I belong here," without screaming for attention. Luna armor. "I'll leave you to change," Cassian says. "Be ready in thirty. The formal introduction is in the great hall."

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.

Landon asked and Kim sighed. “You are going as my boss, would you were a casual round neck top and jean trousers?” Kim asked. “Yes I, would. This isn’t a business meeting, you can’t expect me to wear a blazer because I am watching my Maid.” Landon said and Kim sighed. “Fine. I would change now.” Kim started walking away. She got to her room and she picked up the gown she wore for the interview. she had no other dress apart from that, since Landon wouldn’t let her go home and pack some stuff

And she hadn’t said thank you. Repentant, she stuck her head out of the bathroom and called after him. “So, what am I wearing?” “How should I know that?” he called back from the direction of the kitchen, appearing in the hallway with his arms crossed. “Come on. I know you already have a dress in the arsenal for this interview.” Kade couldn’t hide the small shadow of a smile from her. Not anymore. “I do have the dress. And I do very much want to see you in it. But it better not end up in evidence. We’re two for three so far.”

I looked at Eleanor and she said "I don't know whether to praise myself or to praise your genes that you are looking so beautiful" I laughed at that line. "What about you Cassandra. What are you wearing?" I asked. "I have my dress and it's gorgeous" she said in a singing tone. She pulled out her dress from the closet and it was a white astonished overly jumpsuit and it was beautiful. She quickly got dressed up and she looked gorgeous as well.

he said. “They can’t.” The way he said it sounded like a promise and a threat. “To who?” she asked. “To anyone.” ***** The day of the interview, the house transformed. Lights installed in the living room. Cameras positioned near the grand staircase. Makeup artists and stylists moved carefully around her. Dominic approved every detail. The dress selected was soft, elegant. Nothing dramatic. Just enough to highlight her stomach. She noticed that. He noticed that she noticed. “It’s subtle,” he said.

" It's okay, I guess" I gawked at her. "You guess!? That means the shirt isn't good enough. I need to look my best for this interview, I don't want to miss any opportunity because of my dressing!" I turned to the wardrobe and picked a green top. I stared at it.... Perfect. "Hey, I think this is good cause it matches really well, don't you think? " Anya sighed "It's just an interview, Jass, you'll look good in anything"

Right has the face of Alexander Hunt, which made me blush with morning yawns. “Alyona, today is your interview. Wake up,” a voice pulled me out from my La la land. “Coming, mom,” How could I forget? Today is my interview. I hastily jumped into the shower and prepared myself, applying some elite makeup, gloss, eyeliner, and mascara to enlighten my green eyes. In the black dress, I was ready to blow my interview. I glanced at my watch, which showed I still had time to enjoy breakfast with mom. I walked down and saw mom had already set the table for us.

Aislinn put on what she considered to be her best interview clothes. The outfit consisted of a pair of black dress pants, a white button up shirt, and a shear black scarf she tied at her neck. She put on a pair of black heels and combed her hair into a twist at the back of her head. She didn't really know what kind of business was at the other end of the address, but she figured that the look was conservative enough for just about anything and not overly dressy. She had bought the clothes to attend a funeral and hadn't been given another opportunity to wear them.