Katniss was hardly in the room two minutes when the door opened and her dad came in. "Is Warren going to be there?" asked Katniss, knowing that he wasn't, well not as his true identity but as some German. "Well, umm, he's busy! Yes he is very busy and he won't be able to come because, umm, he is occupied with something else." He said. "Yeah, he's occupied alright." Said Katniss under her breath. "What was that?" he asked. "I said, what a shame!" said Katniss. "Alright, alright. We have made the perfect dress for you!" Katniss looked at him. "We?" asked Katniss. "Yes! I got the best designers to make you a beautiful red dress. It was match those red tips. However did you get them?" asked her father. "Don't remember." Said Katniss. "Red dress?" Her father nodded. "Bring it in!" he called out. It was not just an average red dress. It had a black top and the black colour that sort of dissolved into the red at about waist level. There were also elbow length gloves what were black and red, like the dress. He also had got Katniss boots that were red. "And, to finish it off!" he took out what looked like a red fur shawl. "Is that a fox?" asked Katniss. "NO!" Cried her dad. "Look!" he wrapped it around her shoulders. "Eww, no, I'll wear the dress and the shoes but no shawl." Said Katniss. "Oh. Darling, are you sure?" Asked her dad. "Yes, I'm positive." Said Katniss. "Ohh, well. Mariana and Ginevra will come here in a hour to do your, whatever! Stay here!"
One hour later, Katniss returned to her room. She had robbed the kitchen, took a look at where the party was going to be, it looked like it was made for her father not her. Which was probably accurate. She was back in her room and was reading a book when there was a knock on the door and two women came in with what looked a portable beauty salon. "What is that?" asked Katniss, pointing at the eye lash curlers. "OMG! Your nails!" said one of the women. "What?" asked Katniss protectively. "Those will need done. What happened to your hair?" asked the other woman. "Who are you?" asked Katniss. "I am Ginevra!" said the blonde-haired woman. "And I am Mariana!" said the black-haired woman. "Great." Said Katniss. "Now, I don't need my nails done, and my hair has always been like that. You are not dying it." Said Katniss eyeing the hair dryer. "You do need your nails done, and your legs need waxed and so do those eyebrows! And the dress, oh dear, this is going to be hard. You are beautiful, but that fierce kind, that are really hard to control, if you get me!" said Ginevra. Marianna nodded. A few hours later, Katniss' legs and brow were stinging and her fingers had been manicured that she almost didn't notice them. She was finally ready at 6:30. "This is your time." Katniss sent the message to the Professor and Warren. "You are good to go! I just hope it's enough!" Ginevra pushed Katniss out the door and Katniss bumped into her father who was standing beside the door. "Dad!" she said. "Yes! You look lovely!" Her father said. "Whatever." Said Katniss. "Let us go!" cried her dad. "Ok?" asked Katniss.
