Stylist Time~

Rosalee had waved at all of the Capital people that were pressing their faces at her. She had been washed by a bunch of other people, who didn't seem to like how clean District 8 was. Rose tried not to be rude, but it had been difficult when they were sticking their noses up at everything. The girl felt bad for the district 12 tributes, who were probably in their much longer than she was.

After being cleaned, Rose was escorted into a room with another lady. Her stylist, to be correct. She did her best to give the lady, who was called Ella. "Hello," Rose said sweetly. She knew that her stylist meant well, and she might be a nice person. Hopefully. "I'm Rose." the girl said, watching Ella take various measurements of her body. Rose thought for a moment, and remembered that Ella might've dressed Genevieve. She had been had about watching the tribute girl from District Eight die from a fall, and wondered if the stylist knew her. "Did you meet Genevieve?" she asked softly. "I had been rooting for her..." Rose admitted with a small laugh. It was still sad to her, even though Rose hadn't known the girl.

Rosalee nodded, her mouth going silent. She had to understand that it wasn't time for gossip or much conversation at all. It was her time. She watched as Ella brought out a fancy older styled dress. A smile formed on her face and Rose nodded. "That's pretty..." she cooed, her eyes scanning the dress. She liked the puffed sleeves and the flare of the dress. It seemed like she would be presenting the district well. "Darryl isn't wearing a dress, is he?" Rose asked with a smile.

She was only joking, because she was beginning to like Ella. She seemed nice, and so far was the only person whom she had spoken too. Rose was waiting to hear from Mitchell, but he must be busy or something like that. Personally, she was just fine with Ella.