*:ꔫ:* 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚{𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖}
In the Capitol's shadow, where white roses conceal secrets and emerald eyes mask desires; the fight for money, power, and glory weaves a clandestine dance of ambition a...
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THE MORNING SUN BATHED THE AVELINE MANSION IN A GENTLE GLOW, casting a luminous sheen upon the opulent facade.
Seraphina Aveline, the Capitol's Sweetheart, stood before her grand mirror, a vision of poised elegance amid the orchestrated chaos of Reaping Day.
The room, an extension of her curated haven, resonated with the whispers of anticipation as she prepared to depart for the Capitol's most significant event.
Seraphina's reflection, framed by cascading onyx curls and adorned in a gown that whispered of affluence, met her emerald gaze with a determination veiled by a facade of serenity.
The dress, a masterpiece crafted by Capitol's finest designers, clung to her petite form in delicate layers of fabric, each folds a testament to the Aveline legacy's opulence.
The embodiment of Capitol elegance, stood adorned in a dress that mirrored the intersection of fashion and reverence, a creation that seamlessly blended opulence with the gravity of Reaping Day.
The Academy's daily uniforms, a mere canvas for the Capitol's brightest minds, yielded to a sartorial masterpiece befitting the select top twenty-four students on this momentous occasion.
The dress, a testament to Capitol sophistication, embraced Seraphina's petite frame in layers of fabric that cascaded like a waterfall of onyx.
The rich, dark hue whispered of mystery and power, a choice that mirrored the enigmatic depths concealed beneath the Capitol's glamorous veneer.
The neckline, a delicate symphony of elegance, traced the curve of Seraphina's collarbone before cascading into a fitted bodice that accentuated the ethereal grace of her figure.
The dress embraced the Capitol's penchant for drama, with intricate lace details that wove an elaborate tapestry against the backdrop of midnight black.
As she moved, the dress swirled around her like a symphony of shadows, each fold and contour a testament to the meticulous craftsmanship of Capitol designers.
The ensemble, while fashionably avant-garde, bore the solemnity required for the occasion, a harmonious blend of style and reverence that befitted the select few chosen to grace the stage.
In the symphony of onyx that enveloped Seraphina Aveline's dress, the only whisper of color emerged like a delicate bloom in a moonlit garden— a pastel pink bow that adorned her meticulously styled hair.
The ethereal shade, a subtle rebellion against the dark tapestry of her attire, added a touch of femininity and whimsy to the ensemble.
Tied with precision, the bow nestled amidst the waves of onyx curls like a tender promise, its pastel hue a stark contrast against the midnight canvas.
