Chapter 7- Dolls and Dresses
I sit quietly waiting for Julius to get my dress. I hope it's nothing like last years costume of choice, when the tributes had to wear nothing but fake scales. Oh well, we won. Shows that looks aren't everything. Julius comes out a room to the side of the room I'm in. He is holding the dress over his arms. I can't see it properly but I'm itching to try it on.
"Close your eyes," He says, smiling a little. I feel him taking off my robe and put the dress on. At first, I feel the weight on my shoulders. He tells me to open my eyes. I look in the mirror and can't believe it's me. There is a pearl undercoat, it shines and catches the light beautifully. On top, there are sheen blue and green layers that float around in the air like a dragonfly. The sleeves are trumpeted and are hemmed with shells. My hair is slightly waved, and Julius starts to decorate it with shells, conches, cockles and coral.
"Kate will be wearing the same thing. And as for shoes, Xavier- Kate's stylist and I thought that it would look more natural without any shoes." he says, smiling at his wonderful creation. I nod. He starts applying some make-up, but not too much, just a bit of shimmery powder to my cheekbones and eyelids.
We go out, and start heading towards the stables. Kate is there with her stylist (presumably) who looks mad. He is wearing a fur coat and has wild bright green curls. Kate is dressed exactly the same as me, but looks considerably cuter.
"I'm so glad he is controlled by Julius. Otherwise, he would dress me in something absurd," Kate whispers to me.
"Kate, don't worry. You look great. Xavier will be fine," I say, smiling and hugging her.
A voice on a loudspeaker tells us we have to get into our carriages. Kate and I did so, with Julius and Xavier following behind. We step gingerly onto the carriage, and I help Kate up. Our horse is a deep blue colour. It neighs and huffs a bit and the doors of the stable open. My heart pounds in my chest. We see 1, 2, and 3 go and slowly we move. The crowd is cheering wildly. I hold Kate's pinkie finger. She smiles at me and we wave at the crowd together.