the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第46部分 (第2/7頁)

ia　helps　me　into　a　pair　of　flat　leather　sandals　and　I　turn　to　the　mirror。

I　am　still　the　¨girl　on　fire。〃　The　sheer　fabric　softly　glows。　Even　the　slight　movement　in　the　air　sends　a　ripple　up　my　body。　By　parison；　the　chariot　costume　seems　garish；　the　interview　dress　too　contrived。　In　this　dress；　I　give　the　illusion　of　wearing　candlelight。

¨What　do　you　think？〃　asks　Cinna。

¨I　think　itˇs　the　best　yet；〃　I　say。　When　I　manage　to　pull　my　eyes　away　from　the　flickering　fabric；　Iˇm　in　for　something　of　a　shock。　My　hairˇs　loose；　held　back　by　a　simple　hairband。　The　makeup　rounds　and　fills　out　the　sharp　angles　of　my　face。　A　clear　polish　coats　my　nails。　The　sleeveless　dress　is　gathered　at　my　ribs；　not　my　waist；　largely　eliminating　any　help　the　pad348　ding　would　have　given　my　figure。　The　hem　falls　just　to　my　knees。　Without　heels；　you　can　see　my　true　stature。　I　look；　very　simply；　like　a　girl。　A　young　one。　Fourteen　at　the　most。　Innocent。　Harmless。　Yes；　it　is　shocking　that　Cinna　has　pulled　this　off　when　you　remember　Iˇve　just　won　the　Games。

This　is　a　very　calculated　look。　Nothing　Cinna　designs　is　arbitrary。　I　bite　my　lip　trying　to　figure　out　his　motivation。

¨I　thought　itˇd　be　something　more　。　。　。　sophisticated…　looking；〃　I　say。

¨I　thought　Peeta　would　like　this　better；〃　he　answers　carefully。

Peeta？　No；　itˇs　not　about　Peeta。　Itˇs　about　the　Capitol　and　the　Gamemakers　and　the　audience。　Although　I　do　not　yet　understand　Cinnaˇs　design；　itˇs　a　reminder　the　Games　are　not　quite　finished。　And　beneath　his　benign　reply；　I　sense　a　warning。　Of　something　he　canˇt　even　mention　in　front　of　his　own　team。

We　take　the　elevator　to　the　level　where　we　trained。　Itˇs　customary　for　the　victor　and　his　or　her　support　team　to　rise　from　beneath　the　stage。　First　the