The Capitol's Star

by hungergamers175

Destiny Frost has everything she could possibly dream of. Yet, her hatred of The Hunger Games seems to set her apart from her peers. But now, Destiny is tired of letting her world see her in the way they see her loved ones. And once she volunteers for the 24th Hunger Games, her life may never be the same. (the format of the story is different because i wanted to save space)

21. Chapter 21

The Capitol's Star: Chapter 21

I'm sitting in Derek's office, where we first tried on my Tribute Parade dress. His desk is piled with sketches of dresses and accessories. The dress sketch on top is a light blue gown with long sleeves that start just below the shoulder. There are designs on the dress that swirl all around the skirt of it. Pretty, but not my type. The next dress is much shorter, and is a tight fitting top, with an A-line skirt. It is a fiery shade of red. There are triangle cut outs near the hips. It is certainly a rebel dress.

"There she is!" Derek squeaks from outside the door. I run up to him and wrap my arms around him. His cologne is bitter-sweet, and his eyes are the same sharp, green shade I saw when I met him. "How is my star doing today?" he says with a big grin. "I'm excited. Finally, something I'm good at!" I respond cheerfully. Derek gathers the big stack of sketches from his small desk in the corner and lays them out on the long table in the middle of his office. "So... Do you have my dress?" I ask. It comes out more snobbish than I wanted, but I know he gets what I mean. He looks at me and flashes another enthusiastic smile. "Nope!" he says excitedly. I stand there puzzled. "What-what do you mean?" I ask him again. Derek spreads out his sketches some more and replies, "I mean I don't have the dress." My mouth drops open. He's my stylist. Isn't he supposed to have a plan? "But the interviews are today! In a few hours! What do you mean you don't have the dress?" I shriek louder than expected. He raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms across his chest. "My Capitol senses are tingling that someone has an attitude." He says. I take a deep breath and rest my head on the long table. "Yes…" I moan. "I do have an attitude."

Derek nods his head and looks deeply into my eyes. "This is an important night. I wanted to make sure you were dressing like yourself," he says like he's reading a report. Confused, I ask him, "What do you mean?" He replies, "I want you to pick your dress." I stand there, baffled, at how willingly he was to just let me pick a dress. "Just…pick one?" I ask again. "Yes. Is that confusing to you?" he remarks with a small grin. I laugh shyly and shrug, "It is a little-um-late of notice." He throws a pile of dresses at me and stares deeply into my eyes. And with a confident nod, he says, "Well we better get started."

END OF CHAPTER 21

Hello! It's just me again. Yes, yes, this chapter is extremely short. I thought it would be a nice change of pace to have a short chapter. Also, I've been considering changing my username. Any suggestions? I have a poll with choices too. I'd love to hear some opinions. Happy Hunger Games! (MOCKINGJAY IS COMING FREAKING OUT!)