I know it's been a really, really, really long time since I've updated, but I still don't have my flash drive and it's been a month :( so I am not happy. But I kept looking at this story and thinking what the heck I'll just write it today…so it might not be as good as the one on my flash drive but hey it's an update :P

I can do this

Gabby's POV

I thought when we first came here, the torture I experienced when my stylists decided to pluck every minuscule piece of hair off of my body that did not reside on my scalp, would be the worst, that everything would just dull down with them.

I have never been so wrong in my entire life. The moment I walked into the room I was whisked away and forced to stand in front of them while they inspected me, noting that some of the hair had grown back, they got to work.

Here I am now, skin pink and stinging, while they talked about the latest trends. I bit my tongue to the point of it bleeding to keep from screaming, how do they do this without any amount of regret?

"You are going to look spectacular." One of them said, their eyes brimming with tears. I shrugged and turned my head away from them, watching the sunrise out of a glass wall.

"Well dear," another commented, "I believe you are ready for your dress." I nodded and waited for my stylist, a woman who seemed unable to stand my presence. She walked in, an annoyed expression crossing her features before she pointed to a stand in the center of the room.

I walked towards it and stepped up, waiting for the 'masterpiece' I'm to wear. She walked towards me with a clothing bag in her hands and shoved it into my arms, although the action was meant to be aggressive, she was careful about the dress, making sure it didn't wrinkle or bend.

"Put it on." She commanded. Most stylists would have their tributes close their eyes to add to the experience, but not mine. She wanted me out of this room the moment she could, even if that meant taking away the excitement of the dress.

She turned away when I began to dress, I pulled the gown out and smiled slightly, I might not like her all that much, but she has an amazing talent when it comes to designing.

I pulled the dress over my head, sighing as the smooth fabric slid down my skin, settling into place perfectly. I turned around to face the mirror, to see someone different then myself.

She wore a calm, regal expression, like the princess of fairytales, her eyelashes were long and soft, outlining her emerald green eyes, her hair left down in natural waves.

The dress is amazing, a deep blue ball gown, the same color as the deeper parts of the ocean, a sweetheart neckline showed my locket from my mother, something that is usually covered by my shirt. The skirt flows freely, the length giving even more of a princess feel to the dress.

"I'm the princess of the ocean." I whispered, turning around to smile at my stylist.

"Yes you are." She stated, and for the first time she smiled at me.

"Thank you." I whispered, wrapping my fingers around my locket I smiled at my reflection. I can do this.

Ok, so this is basically just Gabby getting ready, it's not what I had planned before, but it's just how this chapter went…sooo…I won't update so late EVER again! :) I hope you enjoyed it!

~HunterofArtemis1136