So today, I log on to my email to find it BLOWN UP by notifications. Thank you guys for the reviews and alerts! I feel so...proud c':

ANYWAYS, thanks for the positive feedback, and in thanks for that, I have a brand new chapter! Not the longest, but good read?

Edit: Sorry if I posted the wrong chapter yesterday! I always do this at least once in every new fanfic... *slaps forehead* So here is the real chapter 13.

I stare at the concrete wall to my left, counting every crack and every space.

Annoyed, I blew at my new bangs over my forehead. My body throbbed under the cold cream I had been lathered on completely. My hair was dyed a richer blonde, and now it healthily waved down my shoulders. Polished, my skin now hid under a new robe with "D-1" inscribed on the right breast.

My prep team was correct on time. I heard one of them remark that they were the first ones done with their tribute and had been offered lunch. I was uninvited.

My stomach growled. I was unsure of the time. All I knew was I had been here for a long time.

I anticipate this next part: meeting my head stylist. According to the prep team, I'd been assigned the legendary Cinna. I sigh at the thought at having Cinna; the man was genius. My sister drools over any of his creations, and his work makes me want to look at every detail and stitchwork it took to make. The girl on fire dress, the sea dress- his work was just top notch. Not to mention he was probably one of the most normal of the stylists in charge of tributes. I wondered if he was nice? Katniss Everdeen characterized him as such. What if he thought I was just another shallow District One tribute? I bite my lip. What if he doesn't even like me? What if I didn't even get Cinna after all? He could switch before seeing me, couldn't he?

The door clicked open, and I hastily turned to my right, looking down to sit up. My bangs fall and I move them to the side, then look up. Finally, I meet the famous Cinna.

He is a dark-skinned man, much taller than the television makes him seem. His signature golden eyeliner has been accented with small flares of red. He wears a simple purple shirt and a navy blue vest, a white rose as his lapel. He comes to shake my hand, and his voice startles me with its husky tone.

"Hello. My name is Cinna. I'm very sorry this has happened to you."

I'm taken aback by the extra comment. I'm very sorry this has happened to you? Perhaps he wasn't like a normal capitol citizen. I cock my head to the side.

"It's…an honor?" I reply in question format, not sure if I'm talking about meeting Cinna or the games itself. I mentally smack myself on the head because I know I just made myself become even more of a career, saying the Games were an honor. He sees my unrest and chuckles.

"I don't think you agree with that." He replies. This eases me. I shake my head.

"No. I guess not."

He smiles fully. "You're Lillianne Snow. Everyone's been talking about you."

I grin weakly. "Yeah. I'm 'the girl with no entries'." I quote, making the hand gesture and mimicking Caesar Flickerman's voice. He laughs a bit, making me a bit more comfortable.

"That's right. But you won't be that anymore. I promise." He says, coming closer. I raise an eyebrow. He continues. "I have something up my sleeve."

Instantly, I see the 'girl on fire dress' in my head. I try not to get my hopes up. My District is Luxury, and there is virtually no fire involved for that.

"That's good." I say quietly.

He brings a chair to my table and straddles it, the back of the chair facing me. "So, today is the Tribute Parade."

I look up. I hadn't realized that. I listened.

"You understand the concept of sponsors?"

"Yes," I say, "It is the public's way of helping a tribute in need. Your mentor must supply you with the sponsorships. Sponsors choose their own sponsorships based on their own decision. Basically, make people like you, and they'll help you.''

Cinna chuckles at my blunt answer. "Yes, that's right. Now the Tribute Parade is the first time that those possible sponsors will be seeing the Tributes. You are the first chariot out, so we have to make it memorable."

I smile. "Cinna, anything you make is memorable." I blurt out. He nods in thanks.

"Thank you. Now, District One is luxury-"

"Yeah, we're always the ones in diamonds and glitter and pink." I say with sarcasm, leaning back a bit. He grins slyly.

"Let's take this a step further, shall we?"

I eye him cautiously, raising an eyebrow. "You're not gonna light me on fire, are you?" I let out. He shakes his head, then nears me.

"I was thinking more along the lines of snow-of cold. Pun intended."

My chin lowers as I try to figure his hint out. He winks.

"How do you feel about ice on skin?"

I shiver and smile to answer his question. Cinna definitely had something up his sleeve.

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