-Ruthie Mercras, 13, District 6-
She was completely focused. The people that were fawning over her, ripping hair off of her body, they didn't matter to her. Ruthie was already thinking about what she was going to do next, and how she was going to ace these interviews. She was happy with her score of five, which was pretty good for someone of her age. She had to play the right angle so that they would like her. She was going to need all the help she could get.
There was a rap on the door, interrupting the gossip of Ruthie's prep team. There wasn't another knock before the door opened, revealing her escort on the other side. The decorative chains on his black kimono jacket swayed a little bit as he thrust out a hand to point at the stylists, revealing the title Bleach on his shirt along with a picture of the character on it. The shock on her prep teams' faces made Ruthie giggle a little bit.
"Mr. Skyavich! Escorts don't typically enter during prep."
Ani didn't look much like he cared as he turned around the black hat he was wearing. His ankle boots, black with white grafitti, sounded with each footstep he took towards the Capitolites. They were just barely covered by his wide-legged pants with panel flaps in the shape of a rectangle and tie-back details. His bold and assertive fashion combined with his untrusting glare at Ruthie's prep team put them on-edge so much Ruthie didn't even mind that her focus was interrupted. "I just wanted to see what you're going to put her in. I'm not about to let you sexually objectify a thirteen-year-old girl."
"Do you not trust us at all?" asked a woman, putting a hand on her chest.
"Show me the dress. We had to approve the chariot outfits first, so we should be allowed to – or required to – approve of these, too."
"You have no authority over us!"
The back door opened, and Domitia appeared, holding the dress up for him to see. The bodice was cream-colored and embroidered with sparkles, and the bottom took up more space than the doorway in a huge bell-shaped skirt decorated with cascading blue ruffles. "I hope this is satisfactory to you, Mr. Skyavich," she said politely, but Ruthie could notice the tension in her voice.
Anakyn squinted at the dress. "That's… satisfactory. Will she be able to move freely?"
"Of course."
"Shoes?" He shook his head, glaring at the pair of high heels that Domitia gestured to. "No no. She should be wearing flats, she's only a child."
"She should have been taught to walk by her mentor, and escort."
"We thought there were better ways to spend our time than doing that."
Ruthie smiled mischievously at the glimmer in his eye. Practicing hand-to-hand with her escort was definitely a better use of time than learning to walk in heels.
"What use are you!?"
"Stop!" Ruthie said, when she saw how that comment obviously affected her escort. "He's right."
At her standing up for him, Anakyn balled his fists, looking more determined to help her. "She wears flats. I'm not letting you make her embarrass herself, you can't learn to walk in heels in a day." He knew this from his work as a supermodel. Learning to walk in heels took strong angles, time, and practice, and she was only thirteen. "Or else I will complain to your superior. And everyone knows the name Anakyn Skyavich." He didn't like to use his fame as a threat, but for Ruthie, he would.
"Find the other shoes," said Domitia to the prep team, obviously looking annoyed as she was defeated. She glared over at Anakyn, who held her gaze. "Bring me options!" she cried, face flushed as they all went to the back room.
"Thanks for doing that," Ruthie told her escort.
"Too much? If it is, please let me know. I'll stay back. I'll stay away from you if that's what you want, just tell me now."
Ruthie smiled a little bit. "No way," she said, coming over and giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "That was awesome. Thank you."
Anakyn smiled back and reached down to ruffle her hair. "No problem. Now, what angle were you thinking about for your interview? I know you probably talked about that with Gian while I was with Dante and Riggs, but…"
"We agreed that they're looking for a patriot. So I'm going to play that up. But… I'm an introvert, so I'm not sure how I'm going to make them like me…" It was true. Ruthie was so awkward, and she felt awkward even just talking to strangers, let alone trying to articulate her thoughts and feelings in front of an entire nation.
"I see." Anakyn looked a little conflicted, but it was soon washed away back to his cool exterior. "You'll also be going right after Kaoru, so I would think he's going to set you up. And I can always go up a floor and talk to Kelly and Edulcorante about that."
Ruthie smiled a bit at how willing he was to go the extra mile. "I don't think that will be necessary, but thank you." Ruthie trusted her ally. With him, it was easy. She liked hanging out with him and it was nice to have one person she could trust. She just… Had to make sure not to get too close to him, if that was even possible.
"Just say the word. Anything you need, I'm there."
"I know you are." She smiled at him and bumped his shoulder with hers. "Would you be willing to do a session with Kaoru too? Maybe tonight?"
Anakyn considered. "I… Actually am going out tonight," he said. "So it would have to wait until later."
"What, hot date with Heeeelen?" She couldn't resist teasing him a little bit. But when the laugh didn't meet his eyes, she squinted. What else could he possibly be up to? "How much later?"
"I'll be back before midnight."
"Kaoru is a night owl like me. I think that will work, I'll be sure to ask him." She couldn't wait until it was midnight, and her interview was over. Really, she was counting down the days until this nightmare was going to be over. It wouldn't be too long now. Each second was bringing her closer and closer to the end of this hell on earth. Each second, every breath was progress. She would focus her sights on her goal and keep making small progress until she got there.
"Then I'll be there."
"Perfect."
Their conversation was cut short by Domitia's footsteps coming into the room. She still had stink on her face when she saw that Anakyn hadn't left, but kept her composure. "We found a suitable pair of flats. Now, Mr. Skyavich, you must leave, we have a lot of work to do on her."
Anakyn gave her one more look over his shoulder.
"I'll be fine," she promised. "And I'll see you soon. Thank you."
Ani gave her a small smile in return. "Alright. Just keep doing those deep breathing exercises, and I'll see you before you go out on stage."
He went to get the door, giving the stylists one more harsh look before exiting.
"Now, girl, I hope you enjoyed that small reprieve, because we are going to be working double-time to get your ugly mug presentable for the crowds!"
…
Ruthie was on her spot early, twiddling her fingers nervously as she waited for the interviews to start.
"Ruthie?" The girl looked up at her ally's voice as Kaoru came to stand on his dot. "You okay?"
"Oh… Of course," she said, but she didn't really believe it. "Nerves are only natural when you could make a fool out of yourself in front of the entire nation!"
"It's do or die out there, I agree," Kaoru told her. "But you're a well-spoken young woman and I know you're going to do well."
"Thanks Kaoru," she said, wringing her hands together. He would have to be dead for Ruthie to get out of here alive. But she needed his protection, it didn't matter how smart she was here, she needed that extra boost.
"And hey, if anything, you're going after me, so you won't have to work too hard to stand out."
"Hey, we both have to do well in order to get sponsors. Don't go giving up that easily. You gotta have some grit, Kaoru."
"Grit isn't really my strong suit," Kaoru said with a sigh, shaking his head.
Ruthie put her hands on her hips. She knew that he had seen a lot of hardship, but this was just sad. "You're going to have a great interview. You have to hang in there and even if you fail, you have to get back up and keep giving it your all. Otherwise, what's even the point?"
Kaoru frowned a little bit as he wrung his hands together. "But if I fail, that means I can't do it. I can't do anything…"
"No, when you fail… It means there's something to learn." Ruthie scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, feeling like such a fraud for saying that to him when she couldn't believe it for herself. "So you learn it and you try again."
"There's not a lot of room to fail here," Kaoru said quietly, shaking his head as the lights went down and they were all shushed by the producers. The crowd went wild as Viola's voice over the loudspeaker announced her twin. Piccolo strode out from the other side of the stage from the tributes. Her dark gray hair was decorated with a sparkly headpiece to match her gown, which was a purple-gray with floral designs on the bodice and shimmering gems on a tulle outer skirt revealing an iridescent silk skirt underneath. She put a hand up in a wave as she greeted the crowd and began the ceremony. But all Ruthie could hear was the heartbeat in her ears as she watched her.
Kaoru put a hand on her shoulder as Wendy was called out to the stage, and Ruthie relaxed a little bit at him being there. She brought her attention to the screen, knowing that the interviews were going to be very educational in the realm of alliances, relationships, and angles.
Wendy was grinning and looked in her element in the pink dress with a silver jeweled bodice and ruffly skirt, her chest out proudly showing off silver chandelier necklace she wore. Wendy was energetic and beaming right away, hyping up the crowd and Ruthie was shocked to hear such loud, bubbling laughter come from the audience at her jokes.
"Well Wendy, it looks like you have myself and the crowd in stitches!" Piccolo said, smiling at how the audience cheered and clapped in response.
"Oh yes," Wendy said. "And I will also have the other tributes in stitches as well. In a much different way."
Piccolo's mood changed subtly, but the crowd was eating it up, clapping for her and laughing at her wordplay. They seemed a little relieved when the buzzer rang soon after Wendy's last joke.
She went back, and Basil was called forward soon after. He wore a dark velvet suit that Ruthie imagined would be really hot under all the lights. While not as bubbly and friendly as his District partner, Basil was still personable and smiling up on stage.
"So, I hear your reason for volunteering is… Unique," Piccolo said. "Tell me about it. "
"I would be happy to," Basil said with a smile. "I wasn't always the person you see in front of you. I was an orphan, once. But I was lucky enough to be adopted by my family, the Pressleys, and they changed my life, put me on a course for the better, and… I'm so thankful. I'm ready to give that opportunity to another child that needs it. A child without a home, without a family, that needs a home, just like I was. So my partner Cruise and I were going to adopt. But… They vetoed our application. They said we were too young. That's just… Unacceptable! I'm here to speak for parents all over that are ready for that responsibility and the orphans out there that deserve to finally have a family!"
The crowd cheered for him and Ruthie saw Ryder in front of her look back in line. She subtly turned around and tried to follow their gaze, to where Kodiak was balling his fists and Chiwi had a look of annoyance on her face through the rest of his interview. The crowd, however, loved it, and cheered him off stage.
"Next up, everyone please welcome Nadia Beatrice!" Piccolo announced. The girl in question walked out. The flowing skirt of her black strapless skirt fell behind her as she walked out on stage. The gems on the bodice glimmered in the light, and she waved to the crowd with her black gloved hands. She was extremely elegant through the entire interview, keeping a very calm aura around herself as she talked to Piccolo. Ruthie squinted at her, trying to figure her out, but her coolness seemed genuine as she talked about Remus and her personal challenge to win the Games for herself.
"Once I win, I fully intend to honor the fallen in my Victory. It will be worth what is lost."
The crowd applauded, but the other tributes' attention was taken by someone speaking up behind them.
"You're just like the lot of bloodthirsty assholes," Antonio said, and many of the other tributes whipped around to look at him for that comment, including the District Ten tributes that were only one person away from him. Ruthie didn't look at him, focused on the interview – and happened to catch Vyka making him a slit-throat motion to cut it out as Piccolo announced Ryder Kota.
Ryder was wearing a dark green floral suit, their hair in an elegant half-up do as they greeted the crowd and sat down next to Piccolo, crossing their legs and looking completely relaxed. Compared to the interviews past, this one was much less to unpack. Ryder talked about their mother and step-family briefly, before talking about how inspired they were by Pluto Nicastro's victory, being nonbinary as well.
"Well, I'm sure that Pluto would be ahppy to know how their Victory has inspired young enbies everywhere. However… I must say, this is interesting, considering the history between Pluto and their District partner. Who… Is your step-sister, no?"
Ryder's expression fell quickly at the mention of her. "Yes. And I never got to meet her, but… Well, I'm here because of her, don't be mistaken. And I will regret that, but… Well, I can't blame Pluto for what happened to her."
"Do you think your step-brother Shani would agree with that?"
"I don't know."
But Ryder looked like they definitely did know.
Piccolo brought the topic of conversation to Ryder's step-brother and the interview ended on a more light-hearted note as Vyka Pérez was introduced. She gave Antonio one more hard look as she walked out on stage. She was wearing a pastel pink lacey V-neck with long sleeves with a floor-length skirt and a train that followed her as she walked across the stage.
Ruthie wasn't paying too much attention to the interview – after all, Vyka was pretty normal. But when she launched into her backstory, all of the tributes looked up.
"Well you see, Piccolo," she said. "I… Haven't talked about this, but… Well, I have someone. At home, waiting for me to come back to him. We met last year, and fell in love… We know that we found the one, and… We've talked about getting married someday."
Piccolo gaped at the fact that someone who was basically Ruthie's age was already thinking about marriage. The faces of the other tributes, even Antonio, were all gaping in shock.
"You… Want to get married?"
"Well, you see, we have to decide this sooner rather than later, because… Well, he's got an aggressive form of cancer. So I don't know if we'll ever be able to take that step. It's all a matter of time. And I believe that everything happens for a reason, and I'm here because… If I win, and bring this money home… Well, I can pay for his treatment. We can get our happily ever after." She sniffled a little bit and dabbed at her eye with the back of her hand as the crowd cheered for her.
Ruthie reached over to put her hand on Kaoru's shoulder. That story, surely hit home for him.
"You okay?" she asked, as Vyka finished her interview.
"She's lying," Kaoru said quietly, his face contorting with anger. "I know the face of a caretaker for someone that's dying, and it's not that." He balled his fists.
Ruthie frowned. It was an outrageous story. The crowd ate it up, right out of her hands. "She's just doing what she has to, after that showing at the reaping," she said, suddenly worried at how angry Kaoru looked. "Don't say anything you'll regret out there. Deep breaths." Ruthie didn't want to get swept up in drama because of this.
She was so preoccupied with Kaoru that she missed the first part of Alvis's interview. He was dressed simply – and similarly to his chariot outfit, in a white dress shirt, black pants, and a red Victorian velvet coat that went all the way down to his knees. But when she looked over, he was finished talking about how he was aspiring to be a doctor and gain the necessary funds to attend school, while caring for his father and being optimistic about the Games.
"Well, I mean, we all saw the little implosion between Basil and Wachiwi. I just hope the Careers will come back from that. Although perhaps they should be more worried about Kodiak and Ryder trying to get wine drunk together every night."
Chiwi immediately turned to thump Kodiak across the head. "Well we never succeeded!" he protested.
"Ah, I'm just teasing," he said. "I'm sure those loveable boneheads are going to figure it out and talk about their feelings honestly and maturely." But the sarcasm dripped from his voice.
Ruthie glanced at the Four tributes, to where Ridley was obviously thinking hard about what he was saying and Keelan just blew a raspberry as the crowd cheered him off stage.
Ridley almost missed his cue to go on stage as he was thinking about the politics of the Careers, and only got moving when Keelan gave him a gentle push towards the stage. Ridley responded quickly, running out and throwing up his hands to greet the crowd. The lights reflected off of the silver nautical trim on his black suit, and he wore the bold red floral tie with pride. He wasted no time plopping down on the little loveseat and stretching out his legs, putting them out across the couch.
This interview was a much-needed brain break from the constant strategizing and storytelling from the past few tributes. It was obvious that he was being himself out there, and that there wasn't really much going on upstairs.
"So, tell us about your life back home. What skills from there can you use in the Arena?"
"Oh, I have lots of skills from District Four. I swim well, I have lots of training of course, so I can fight, run, and all that garbage. One skill I have from back home is my extensive knowledge of all things oyster."
"Of all things… What?!" Piccolo asked, and the crowd laughed.
"You heard me. I come from an oyster farm. So, you know, when we have to set a tank to the appropriate temperature for oyster mating in order or die, ya ho is gon' survive."
The crowd was laughing at that and Ridley kept the energy up through the rest of the interview. Soon, his District partner Keelan Teach was introduced. Keelan was dressed up in a classic blue suit with a black bowtie. His interview was another that was fairly typical for a Career and made for some easy listening. When Piccolo asked about his family, Keelan masterfully dodged the question and instead focused on himself.
"I have always wanted to become a Victor, for my family. We have endured through the toughest situations, and all of us deserve the chance to take it easy. That is why I'm here, to win, and make a name for myself, a life for my family."
The crowd loved that, eating up his story and still in very good spirits as Keelan left the stage and Amiah Amaryllis was introduced.
The girl was beaming as she came out on stage. She was extremely hard to miss, with a rainbow ruffley dress that made her take up twice as much space as usual. She was wearing a red veil at the top, that went in rainbow order to purple at her feet. Piccolo served as both the interviewer and interpreter for her, but even so Amiah didn't do much signing. Instead, she gave the crowd a show of movement in response to Piccolo's questions. She did stop to briefly sign about her family, her parents that she loved, and her friends back home that she was anxious to get back to.
"So, how have you enjoyed being here in the Capitol? You fit right in with that colorful ensemble!" The crowd applauded at that, and Amiah grinned at that, immediately jumping up from her seat in response and moving towards Piccolo.
Piccolo was being pulled out of her seat by Amiah, going with the flow with a grin as Amiah danced with her, both of their gowns creating a whirlwind of fabric across the stage, despite the absence of any music. She twirled the interviewer around as the crowd cheered and Piccolo was laughing.
"I'd say that's answer enough!" she said, after Amiah let go of her hands, and the crowd ate it up.
Ruthie turned towards her ally. "You got this," she told him. "Do it for Hana, and for me."
Kaoru gave her a small nod as Amiah blew kisses to the crowd on her way off the stage and he was announced. "Everyone please welcome Kaoru Morikawa!"
He stuffed one hand in the pocket of his brown leather jacket he was wearing, using the other to wave and pull at the collar of the white dress shirt, trying to adjust the black tie around his neck nervously. Ruthie sat and watched. But Kaoru was able to pull it together. He acted personable and friendly – which he was in real life too, but Ruthie wasn't sure if that would come across with how bashful he could be. But any normal person seeing him up there would think he was completely self-assured and confident, when in reality he was a bit of a nervous wreck. But he always did what he had to do, when under pressure. Which was exactly why Ruthie knew he was a good choice to ally with. Would he like killing? No. But… Would he do it, to survive? Yes. And Ruthie felt assured that she was his only weakness, with the relationship they had.
"Oh yes," he said. "Out of Spite visited the hospital downtown, where Hana was. I have never seen her smile as big as she did that day… It's one that I will never forget. When I was reaped, she was able to come visit me. And she gave me the sunglasses to take as my token, so they wouldn't forget who I was. I… Wanted her to keep them, but she insisted. And I can't say no to Hana. Everything I do here, whether pretty or ugly, is for her."
It was an easy transition from Hana to Ruthie, and Kaoru prepared the crowd for her nicely, talking about how she was small, but the brains of their operation, and that the crowd should be excited to get his clumsy ass off stage to meet her. Ruthie smiled a little bit as Dante clapped her on the back, and the applause she got was… More than she was expecting. Kaoru stood right in the front of the wing backstage, and as she was coming out, she gave him a grateful smile.
The crowd applauded louder at that, and Ruthie felt a flush spread across her face that they knew about that. She still wasn't used to being watched at all times like this. Being famous was… Weird. And Ruthie realized this was only the beginning of it. She felt bad for her mentors – their relationship was on a pedestal, especially now that they were engaged. How did they have a single special private moment? She didn't know. But she couldn't worry too much about that right now. She had a job to do, and she wasn't going to drop the ball after Kaoru set her up for the spike. That was a good sportsball analogy, right?
"Welcome Ruthie! Well, this is quite the welcome!"
Ruthie kept herself as bubbly and pleasant as humanly possible for her. She was glad that Gian was naturally extremely awkward and gave her some tips for how to act normal under the spotlight. She took his words to heart, trying to keep from being tense, control how quickly she spoke, and not overcompensate.
"It's all thanks to Kaoru. I think he sold himself short in his interview, he's much stronger than he looks and he's been working really hard to be the brawn of our operation."
She kept calm as the crowd applauded about that.
"It's always nice to see tributes that have each other's backs."
"I don't have an older brother, but if I did, I hope that he would be like Kaoru." And even though she was keeping herself from getting too close to him, even though he would have to die for her to live… Ruthie meant that.
"Well, enough about your ally, we'd love to learn about you!" Piccolo said. "What's your favorite thing about the Capitol?"
Ruthie immediately perked up, taking the opportunity to show just how serious she was about saying whatever they wanted to hear to get out of here. "Everything!" she gushed. "I love it all. The physical beauty of it, the kindness and positivity of all the Capitolites I've met here, the comforts of the center including the food…" She sighed dreamily. "It really is as amazing as it looks on TV."
The crowd applauded loudly at that and Piccolo gave her a smile. "We always love hosting tributes and seeing the wonder in their eyes. And of course, we do love a Victor that visits us often!"
"Oh, I definitely want to see everything there is to see here and would visit very often. Gian told me he and Riggs know all of the must-see places and will definitely take me to all of them. What's your favorite place to go in the Capitol?"
Piccolo considered that for a moment. "Oh, well, there's nowhere I'm happier than here, on this stage, with all of you!" The crowd loved that, cheering for Piccolo, who was smiling at Ruthie. "But if you're going to tour the Capitol with Gian, I'm sure that he's going to take you to Sixth Street Café for coffee," Piccolo said, causing the crowd to laugh and Gian to just shrug where the cameras were on him for his reaction.
"I haven't had coffee, but the fact that our floor always smells deliciously like coffee makes me want to try it."
"Well, if anyone knows what you might like, it's Gian. And, on the record, he's also said that Anakyn is one of few that can make it just how he likes it, so I think you're in luck there."
Ruthie smiled, really feeling like this was going well. "Oh yes, I've heard it from him too. I'll definitely have to try it before I go."
"Well, if you see Ruthie at the party, be sure to ask her about her coffee preferences, folks!" Piccolo said.
"Yes, please come talk to me, I'd love to meet you all!" she said. She wondered if she would regret that later. "Mx. Wallace, how do you like your coffee?"
"Oh, I require a metric ton of cream in my coffee," she said with a laugh. "I only drink coffee for an energy boost, and usually I'm so energetic that I don't need it. But when I do… Well, you'll know."
The crowd applauded at that and Ruthie laughed along with them. "Is Viola the same way?"
"Viola doesn't waste her time with coffee, she goes straight to straight to caffeinated energy drinks."
Ruthie giggled and the crowd was laughing along with it. "But I want to know more about you. What's a typical day in the life of Ruthie Mercras like?"
"Well… I live with my dad, he's a… Mechanic and really good at fixing things. And making something new out of old parts as well. He works at a junk shop that he created and built from the ground up. And… My mom works as a truck driver, so she only comes around every once in a while, but I'm always happy to see her. I have a little brother, Kelvin, he's eight. And he likes to get into trouble, which often impacts my inventions. You ever have that problem with Viola? Or not, because she's the same age as you?"
"Friction and arguments is part of having a sibling," Piccolo said, frowning a little bit. "But you never stop being twins, or siblings, no matter what."
"I see," Ruthie said thoughtfully.
Her buzzer cut them off, and Ruthie didn't realize the interview would go that fast. But boy she was glad it was over.
"Ruthie Mercras!" Piccolo said, presenting her to the cheering crowd as she walked backstage.
"Great work!" Kaoru said with a smile, opening his arms to her. "You killed it."
Ruthie gave him a quick hug. "Thank you."
They looked over to where the crowd was yelling out, and saw Dante howling and trying to amp up the applause. The white suitcoat he was wearing, decorated with white stripes on the upper chest and shoulders, contrasted well against his dark skin. He had a golden eagle by the collar of the suit matching one on his pants, and was wearing one black fingerless glove.
Dante had a very energetic interview, and every time the crowd applauded, he grinned and tried to keep them going. He talked about his parents, who he loved, and his father's unusual hobby of dressing up in drag. He seemed a little awkward when it came up, but doubled down on the fact that he still loved his father just as much and didn't see him as less than a man. He talked about his love of music – and gushed over One Man Circus until he was out of breath and Piccolo had to stop him.
"So, do you play music?"
"Oh, I want to. But I have a plan, you see." The crowd was hooked. "I'm going to woo Rose Westmore, and then her friend Theodore is going to teach me to play the drumset!" he said. The crowd ate that up.
"Rose Westmore is in a relationship," Piccolo said.
"I know – but she might not be for long, because it's impossible for everyone to not fall head over heels for my ally and friend, Vasilisa."
"You think that Oliver is going to go for her and break up with Rose?"
"I mean… If that happens, I'm going to be there for her," he said facetiously as the crowd was cheering and screaming.
"I think you're going to have to get in line for shoulders for Rose Westmore to cry on," Piccolo commented with a laugh, and the audience applauded some more.
Dante ended his interview by saying good things about Vasilisa, trying to set her up like Kaoru set up Ruthie, but not as well. He wasn't very articulate, even if he was loveable.
Dante came backstage and grinned at them all. "How'd I do?" he asked Ruthie.
Ruthie just smiled politely. "You did well."
Alvis put up his hands to stop the tributes from chattering.
"Hold on. I think they're talking about Robin."
~.~.
A/N: So the interviews turned out longer than even I thought, I have no idea why I thought that I could do all the interviews in one chapter without it being a monster.
So instead I have split them up into two. Next chapter is done already and will be posted within a week. Next chap also contains a submitter check-in as we are approaching the summer, so party vibes, and then the Games. I think it's going to go faster than I think it is.
Interview outfits are on the blog. I put all 24 of them together originally when I was going to do all this in one chap, and I'm too lazy to change it so enjoy the sneak peek of all 23 outfits lol.
CQ: Favorite interview outfit(s)?
See you soon for the next chapter where we get a little bit of *chef kiss* spice.
