Wren was lead in to a small enough green room. Her stylist introduced himself as Septimius, and had curly yellow hair and a beard. His eyes were like a cat's, peridot green with slitted pupils. Wren wasn't fazed, she took it all in with interest.
She was laid down on a table, and they picked away at her for few minutes.
"
You're pretty," said Septimius, though his expression was indifferent. "
But you have no edge."
She frowned. "
I have plenty edge," She snapped, "
You just can't see it."
"
Exactly." He took her hair, and began to cover it with sheets of tinfoil, and massaged it gently. They waited, and when he took it off, her hair was a sugary pink. It brought out her jaw structure a lot. "
Lovely," He said, and handed her a pale gold dress.
She put it on, and had make up and hair done, so she looked rather natural, and was given shoes. High gold heels with black spikes coming out of them, and a long gold chain with an amber in it.
She came out,
dressed, ready to meet Jason. She looked at him, with a small smile of satisfaction. She offered her arm, and was ready to dazzle the Capitol.