The remainder of the trip was short, and soon enough we were hustled into the capitol. I got barely a glance at the scenery before we disapeared into a building. I stared wide eyed at the people walking past me, they looked so abnormal. I was quickly hustled into a room, my "style team" plucking, waxing, and essentially pulverising me. Fortunatley they did nothing to my skin or hair colour. Just curled it on the ends. I was again hurried into the next room for my clothing to be picked. Fushia was my stylists name. She actually looked normal. Thank goodness. The only thing different was the obvious rubies and diomands, sugically implanted around her irises, but they were captivating. The pulled my now curly hair back and piled on top of my head, securing with pins. She then began various measurements, some humming and hawwing, until finally she disappeared. She came back with a gorgeous dress. I was pulled into it, and looked at myself. The dress was lightly brushing the floor, it was amber coloured (Like my NAME!) and was tight throughout the top, when it hit the waist it became loose, and flowy. The entire top was filled with rubies, and dark amber coloured gems. The flowy, bottom of the dress had this strange "sheen" to it, that almost "glowed" when I moved. "It's beautiful" I breathed. Fushia smiled at me, then said the first words she had ever spoken since I had arrived "I though it would look gorgeous against your porcelain skin, and red hair" she stated proudly in a thick capitol accent "Come now, I must finish up your hair and makeup." She took a ruby encrusted hair band and secured it, then put a light layer of blush on my cheeks "to brighten yourself up" she stated. I nodded, too awestruck to care. She then put a layer of ruby red lipstick, then finished off with a light layer of eyeliner, and a little mascara. I looked breathtaking. She snapped me out of my trance by talking again. "Now, Amber, tonight we will present you as young, innocent, and sweet. Nobody will suspect anything" I stared at her puzzled. "Then" she continued" We will pile on the lies. I took the rest of the night trying to figure out what she meant.
Silver looked breathtaking in a silvery, amber coloured suit. It too had this "sheen" to it. We both looked amazing. When we were presented in our chariots the audience went wild. We definitley had the most applause out of everyone. Silver turned to me, just before our chariot ride was over, and planted a kiss on my forehead. I blushed, but the audience loved it. They went crazy. I blushed deeper, definitley looking like that innocent little 14 year old Fushia was talking about. When we were finished the other tributes stared at us in envy, one girl from district one, Ivy, I believe her name was, sulked over to us. Leaning closer she whispered in my ear. "I will kill you first"
