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"
But
do
n't
worry
,
"
says
Venia
.
"
By
the
time
Cinna
is
through
with
you
,
you
're
going
to
be
absolutely
gorgeous
!
"
"
We
promise
!
You
know
,
now
that
we
've
gotten
rid
of
all
the
hair
and
filth
,
you
're
not
horrible
at
all
!
"
says
Flavius
encouragingly
.
"
Let
's
call
Cinna
!
"
They
dart
out
of
the
room
.
It
's
hard
to
hate
my
prep
team
.
They
're
such
total
idiots
.
And
yet
,
in
an
odd
way
,
I
know
they
're
sincerely
trying
to
help
me
.
I
look
at
the
cold
white
walls
and
floor
and
resist
the
impulse
to
retrieve
my
robe
.
But
this
Cinna
,
my
stylist
,
will
surely
make
me
remove
it
at
once
.
Instead
my
hands
go
to
my
hairdo
,
the
one
area
of
my
body
my
prep
team
had
been
told
to
leave
alone
.
My
fingers
stroke
the
silky
braids
my
mother
so
carefully
arranged
.
My
mother
.
I
left
her
blue
dress
and
shoes
on
the
floor
of
my
train
car
,
never
thinking
about
retrieving
them
,
of
trying
to
hold
on
to
a
piece
of
her
,
of
home
.
Now
I
wish
I
had
.
The
door
opens
and
a
young
man
who
must
be
Cinna
enters
.
I
'm
taken
aback
by
how
normal
he
looks
.
Most
of
the
stylists
they
interview
on
television
are
so
dyed
,
stenciled
,
and
surgically
altered
they
're
grotesque
.
But
Cinna
's
close-cropped
hair
appears
to
be
its
natural
shade
of
brown
.
He
's
in
a
simple
black
shirt
and
pants
.
The
only
concession
to
self-alteration
seems
to
be
metallic
gold
eyeliner
that
has
been
applied
with
a
light
hand
.
It
brings
out
the
flecks
of
gold
in
his
green
eyes
.
And
,
despite
my
disgust
with
the
Capitol
and
their
hideous
fashions
,
I
ca
n't
help
thinking
how
attractive
it
looks
.
"
Hello
,
Katniss
.
I
'm
Cinna
,
your
stylist
,
"
he
says
in
a
quiet
voice
somewhat
lacking
in
the
Capitol
's
affectations
.
"
Hello
,
"
I
venture
cautiously
.
"
Just
give
me
a
moment
,
all
right
?
"
he
asks
.
He
walks
around
my
naked
body
,
not
touching
me
,
but
taking
in
every
inch
of
it
with
his
eyes
.
I
resist
the
impulse
to
cross
my
arms
over
my
chest
.
"
Who
did
your
hair
?
"
"
My
mother
,
"
I
say
.
"
It
's
beautiful
.
Classic
really
.
And
in
almost
perfect
balance
with
your
profile
.
