XI.
There's a reason why she doesn't wear red.
She used to wear red, actually. She loved it, adored it even. She loved red of every shade, of every sort.
Red was a color that intrigued her- as red wine, red silk, red apples.
Red wigs, red nails, red lipstick.
Her wardrobe consisted of all things red, shade by shade, pigment by pigment.
Why, even as an escort, she requested a hotel painted red.
That's why when she sat by the other escorts at the luxurious hotel watching the 67th annual Hunger Games, twirling a glass of red wine, was she covered in red attire from head to toe.
That's why when she watched as a 12 year old was decapitated on TV, she clutched her red purse, till her knuckles turned white.
She watched as the blood seeped into the ground, the deepest kind of red she's ever seen, even deeper red than the dress she wore.
She ran out, her red glittering heels clicking furiously.
When she returned, she was sure to wear an orange dress.
Effie knew of better colors.
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