Regular Capitol dates, broadcasted with a few seconds of delay on the off chance something happens. Katniss looked in the mirror, anxiety swirling in her stomach. It had been a few months since the games, and instead of the scrawny teen she used to see in the mirror...Katniss is all too aware of the women staring back at her now. Haymitch had warned her, likely the dates are leading up to something bigger for the citizens. She doesn't want to think about what that might be, but at some point she'll have to ask Peeta about what his guess is.
She'd been plucked and waxed and washed until every unwanted hair was gone and every other hair in place. Katniss smoothes her hands over the skirt, noticing the abrupt end to the material at mid thigh. It's short, black and tight around her hips. She's not stupid, it's glaringly obvious her and Peeta are supposed to 'grow' up from the frilly dresses and baggy clothes. The top is at least long sleeves, but her shoulders are bare. It's off the shoulder, a dark forest green she does appreciate. It seems they've also learned about the heels, and while she has spent most of the day in tiny stiletto heels...at least tonight it's a thicker boot. Her feet hurt regardless, and she'll tough it out. She's been through worse. The Capitol camera crew spent the day following her around, shopping for her date tonight. What to wear, her anxiety over being perfect, her worry over being pretty enough for Peeta. Her cheeks burn at the thought, at her reflection. She couldn't help it, Katniss was curious what Peeta would think about all of this. There are small braids on either side of her face, framing, reminiscent of her games but everything else is lose in curls around her. She has zero clue what they've chosen this time, if they listen to any of Peeta's input or if he had any at all. They never seemed to listen anyway. Effie is fussing over the details of her outfit, a long coat in her hands.
"Katniss, dear, it's time to go"
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