KPOV

Once we're done with our second shower of the day, well, actually, his third, Christian insists on brushing my hair. I sit down, clothed in a light summery dress quietly, patiently while he does so. He's just standing behind me in a pair of navy blue boxer briefs that don't leave much to the imagination.

"Is Elena the one who runs the salon?" I ask him. His grey eyes catch mine in the mirror.

"Yes. It's something she did before I knew her but I invested in a new site for her years ago." He explains.

"Is that why you like to comb my hair, she made you do hers too?" I keep going.

His hand stops and he walks between me and the counter. Keeping contact as always, he tells me, "Actually I used to brush my mother's hair. It's the one good thing I remember about her. She had long dark hair. It's probably why I prefer brunettes over blondes. No woman who actually works for me is allowed to have dark hair. Too much temptation."

Christian smiles at that last bit. I stand up and hug him. Whispering in his ear, I tell him, "I want to be your only temptation."

Once we're dressed, we go downstairs, where Mrs. Jones is in the kitchen already. She glances up at us as we enter hand in hand.

"Hungry? I made a chicken spinach salad." She reports to us as she sets two big white bowls down. There's also a basket of soft looking breadsticks. I grab one as she fills the bowls. Smiling, Mrs. Jones asks, "Do you want a honey mustard dressing or ranch?"

"I've never had either, so whichever will taste better." I tell her before I take another bite of breadstick.

"Give her the honey mustard, Mrs. Jones, please." Christian instructs her. She nods and he leans over the table, "Trust me, you'll like the sweet and tartness of it. It tastes really good with spinach. If she made a regular salad, then I would have suggested the ranch."

"Oh. Well, I've had salads, but I don't remember what was on them." I admit, because I don't and quite frankly don't even care.

Christian sits back as Mrs. Jones pours some dressing onto our salads. "It was probably covered in vinaigrette then. Most don't stand out. Eat, enjoy, and tell me what you think."

I take a bite full of greens and make sure there is chicken with it. The dressing is quite tasty with it and I nod my head to Christian. "It's good. It seems like it should always go with chicken, but I've never had it before."

"No, there's plenty that goes with chicken. It just tastes really good with the spinach and everything else Mrs. Jones puts in this salad." He tells me before he digs into his own bowl. We don't say much else for a few minutes while we enjoy our food. "I know there will be a lot of food tonight, but most of it will be finger food so that everyone can try everything and not get too full. Even though it's a sit down, we made sure we picked all kinds of different foods in small servings."

I shake my head. "So you don't buy into that whole thing of taking a pill to throw up just to eat more?"

"No! No way. I like my food, but if I'm full, then I'm done. I can't stand it that people would conceive of such a thing as fashionable. I take it you encountered that when you were on tour?"

Christian explains before he finishes the last of his salad.

"Yeah, Peeta and I thought they were crazy. I mean, I wanted to keep eating food, but I wasn't about to make myself sick in order to do so. I like it this way much better though. Will there be desserts?" I'm picturing a delicious single chocolate cupcake and my mouth waters.

Christian nods his bronze head, "There will be a table just of that to choose from. You can look at what you'll want later, but there will be menus on the tables for those who don't care to wander."

"Well, it sounds like it will be fun." I say innocently enough.

"Not so much for me, this is still a business function. I have to mingle with clients, investors, that sort. It would be more boring if I thought you weren't going to be there by my side." He tells me, smiling. "Even my brother and his wife can't do much to liven up that kind of thing."

"Then at least the food will be good, right?" I finish off the last bit of my salad and breadstick. Everything was great as usual and Mrs. Jones has placed a nice tall glass of lemonade in front of me. I drink it gratefully; it has something else in it besides lemons and sugar though. "Mrs. Jones, what's in this lemonade?"

"Oh, I was trying something new; it's just a hint of mango." She informs me. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, very much so. I don't think I've ever had anything besides regular lemonade before." I finish the last drop of it and she pours more in.

"I'll keep that in mind, as long as they're in season, mangoes are easy enough to find at the market." She puts the jug back into the refrigerator and washes some dishes.

"The stylist should be here soon, so it's good that we ate." Christian says, looking at a clock over the sink. "Where would like him to get you ready? In the extra room or mine?"

"It'll depend on how much stuff he has with him I guess. Probably the extra room so you can be surprised when he's done." I say, wiping the condensation off of the glass in front of me. "Will I have any say on what he does to my hair?"

"Of course, if you don't like something, tell him straight away. He's getting paid well to make you look and feel beautiful. I think you're just amazing as you are, but we have to get dressed up for this." He compliments me. I feel the heat in my cheeks and shake my head. Christian reaches over the table and lays his hand over mine. "Don't ever think for a second that you are anything less than radiant."

"Christian." Is the only word that manages to come out of my mouth. I know that Mrs. Jones heard what he said, but she has no reaction to it and I welcome the silence that lingers for a moment before we hear footsteps heading our way.

Taylor comes around the corner, "Mr. Flavius is here to see Miss Everdeen, Sir."

"Thank you, Taylor. Go ahead and show him to…"

"Flavius is my stylist?! Oh my God, where is he?" I bound out of the seat, following to where Taylor was.

I hear Christian say to Taylor, "I guess she knows him then. They'll be up in the extra room Taylor, make sure there is a comfortable chair for her up there please."

"Yes, Sir."

When I see Flavius, I nearly run to him, skipping part of the way. I hadn't seen him, well, since my wedding to Peeta. He came out with the rest of my old prep team to help me dress and wish us well as guests. His hair is still orange and in tight curls, so I figure that must be how he looks all the time. His lipstick isn't purple at the moment, but a bright blue. "Flavius, I had no idea you'd be the one doing my hair and getting me ready!"

"Katniss?! What are you doing here in the Capitol? I didn't know you were here, when did you get here?" He screams right back. I direct him to the room we'll be in for a few hours, knowing him and tell him bits and pieces.

"I've only been here a couple of days. So, you work for Elena?" I know Flavius likes to talk about himself, so why not start there.

As we get to the room, I see that my dress has been laid out, as well as the undergarments and shoes. We go into the bathroom, where a high padded chair has been set out for me. Flavius puts his bag up on the counter and begins to take equipment out.

"You've met Elena? How are you with the Christian Grey, Katniss? He is as exclusive as they get here in the Capitol. Until he was married, some of us were hoping he'd come be with us." He admits with a wink.

I sit down and look up at him through the mirror. "Exclusive? How's that when he's so rich?"

"Well, yes, the man has money and obviously has taste if he's with you, but for years, no one knew what to think of him. I had friends who work for him and say although he pays quite well and fairly, he makes sure that everything is perfect. If it's not, then it's your job on the line quickly. From what I hear, he doesn't do second chances very often." Flavius tells me, in his whispering voice. It's like my regular voice, so I just nod my head.

"Well, he's been nice to me. Of course I don't work for him though. So, anyway, you work for Elena?" I want to redirect this quickly. I'm sure I'll hear a lot of things about Christian, but as he's already told me so much, I'd rather it come from him.

"Oh yes." For the next hour and a half, I listen to Flavius drabble on and on about how great it is working for Elena and how for the last couple of years, everything has finally gone back to normal for him. He travels a little more since it's not so frowned upon and was of course sad when he heard Peeta had died.

"I wanted to come see you, but I just couldn't figure out what to say or do to help you and then time just got away…"

"Don't worry about Flavius. Johanna was with me and of course Haymitch. I'm doing just fine now, really." I look at what he's done with my hair.

He has pulled some of it up tastefully in two tight braids that wrap together in the back. Since my hair is so long, he left some of it down, so that part of my back will be covered with it. He has even added two silver hairpins with small rhinestones to give my hair some "shimmer" as he put it.

Helping me into my dress after I get my underwear on, Flavius has me do a turn for him. "Are you wearing any jewelry? It seems like you should have a necklace since its sleeveless or long earrings."

"She'll have both and a bracelet too." Christian says from the doorway. I jump just a tad but am not really surprised that he couldn't wait to see me in the dress.

Flavius steps away from me as Christian comes into the room. He's wearing nice black dress slacks and a white button up shirt, the top two buttons still not done, with a black bowtie hanging undone around his neck. In his hand, he's carrying a red velvet flat box.

"These are for you." He says, opening the top. Inside is a pair of onyx teardrop earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet. I put my finger to necklace, touching it carefully.

"They're so pretty, Christian, thank you. When did you get these?" I ask, not truly caring so much of the when but the why.

He gives the box to Flavius and takes the necklace out first. I turn around as he slips it on me and adjusts it on my neck so it is sitting perfectly on me. "Actually, I had Mrs. Jones pick them out. I'm not the best at picking out this kind of stuff, for events, so I let her do it. She obviously chose correctly."

I go to the mirror, both men following me. Flavius hands me the earrings and I put them on and slip the bracelet on quickly afterward. "Oh my God, Christian, they really are beautiful. I'll have to remember to thank Mrs. Jones on our way out."

"Let's get your shoes on, Katniss, let him see the whole ensemble." Flavius suggests, stepping back to the bed and grabbing my shoes out of the box. They are shiny patent leather shoes with about a three inch heel. I haven't worn heels in a long time and warned Christian that he should keep his arm around me for as much as he can to which he replied wouldn't be a problem.

Flavius is behind me, clapping his hands together, and tears coming to his blue lined eyes. "Oh if only Cinna could see you, Katniss! You are breathtaking.

Christian comes to my side, leaning over to whisper in my ear, "You are still the Girl on Fire."

I turn my head to his and he gives me a light peck on the lips. I'm not sure if it's because Flavius is standing right near us or he doesn't want to mess up my make-up, it's such a light kiss.

"I'm going to grab my jacket and shoes. Are you done here?" Christian asks, eyes never wavering from mine though I'm sure the question is meant for Flavius.

"Oh, yes, Sir, Katniss is all done!" He jumps back to life, having been busy watching us. "I'll just pack up my things."

"Of course." Christian says, finally looking at him. "I'll make sure to tell Elena that only you are allowed to do Katniss' hair."

"Thank you, Sir! Her hair has always been lovely to work with." Flavius gushes and lies as he makes his way back into the bathroom to gather all of his equipment. On his way back out, Christian gives him a handshake and I'm sure I see him slip something into his hand. I give Flavius a hug and kiss and follow him downstairs, holding tightly to the hand rail.

"Thank you, Flavius, for doing my hair and make-up. I'll be needing a trim soon, so I'll come see you." I tell him as he walks out, escorted by Taylor.

Christian is standing at the bottom of the stairs, having just watched us. I walk back to him carefully so I don't fall in these shoes. Stopping right before him, I look up and say, "Just so you're aware, I hate these shoes."

He laughs and turns, going back upstairs to get his stuff. I go to one of the leather chairs and slowly sit down. The dress isn't tight but it definitely hugs all of my curves perfectly. I see Taylor come back in and he waits by the door, I haven't actually talked to him yet.

"Taylor?" I lightly call out, not ready to get up yet.

He turns to me and takes a few steps in my direction. "Yes, Miss Everdeen?"

"Is that your first name?" I start out with simple.

His lip twitches as if he wants to smile. "No, ma'am. My first name is actually Jason, but Mr. Grey prefers Taylor and so do I?"

"Oh, okay, just wondering. Will you be taking us to this dinner?"

"Yes, ma'am, as soon as Mr. Grey is ready, and I will be there the whole time. Don't you need a purse or something?" He asks, pointing to my lack of a necessary item.

"Oh damn, yeah, I left it upstairs on the bed." I start to get up but Christian is coming down, holding my matching black patent leather clutch.

"I thought you might need this. Check it; I don't know what's supposed to be in there." He reminds me as he hands it to me.

I take the purse and look inside. Lipstick, tissues, a small bottle of lotion and an emergency tampon; yep all the necessities. "Yes, it's all here. Does that mean we're ready to go?"

"Did we get you a wrap for that dress? It may get chilly later on." He asks as he helps me up.

"No, we didn't. I didn't even think about it." I tell him as I keep my hand in his.

He shakes his head, "No matter, if you get cold, I'll give you mine. Time to go see the boring people now."