Opal
I slump back in my chair while my prep team fawns over me, glad for the break after the coaching my mentor has given me.
"You must be a chameleon!" My mentor kept saying, "Be sexy, desirable in the interview, but in the arena, be ruthless."
She wants me to be some sort of extinct animal? I laugh. Yeah, right.
My stylist walks in right then. "In a good mood for the interview?" she asks, and I smile coolly in response.
She smiles too, and unzips the garment bag she's holding to show me my dress.
It's amazing, almost translucent, with hundreds of tiny opals woven into the fabric, so it sparkles as I finger the fabric.
She slips it over my head, and I gasp.
I will be a chameleon in this dress, with the multitudes of colors the opals are casting all around me. I smile at my reflection in the mirror. With this getup, how can I lose?
I rewrote this one about seven gazillion times, so I'd be really interested in seeing what you thought of it! Next update will be tomorrow, September 10th.