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get back to business as soon as possible when they’re over. To
keep from hating the prep team, I effectively tune out most of
what they’re saying.
Cinna comes in with what appears to be an unassuming yellow
dress across his arms.
“Have you given up the whole ‘girl on fire’ thing?” I ask.
“You tell me,” he says, and slips it over my head. I immediately
notice the padding over my breasts, adding curves that
hunger has stolen from my body. My hands go to my chest and
I frown.
“I know,” says Cinna before I can object. “But the Gamemakers
wanted to alter you surgically. Haymitch had a huge
fight with them over it. This was the compromise.” He stops
me before I can look at my reflection. “Wait, don’t forget the
shoes.” Venia helps me into a pair of flat leather sandals and I
turn to the mirror.
I am still the “girl on fire.” The sheer fabric softly glows.
Even the slight movement in the air sends a ripple up my
body. By comparison, the chariot costume seems garish, the
interview dress too contrived. In this dress, I give the illusion
of wearing candlelight.
“What do you think?” asks Cinna.
“I think it’s the best yet,” I say. When I manage to pull my
eyes away from the flickering fabric, I’m in for something of a
shock. My hair’s loose, held back by a simple hairband. The
makeup rounds and fills out the sharp angles of my face. A
clear polish coats my nails. The sleeveless dress is gathered at
my ribs, not my waist, largely eliminating any help the pad-
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