No one in the Glade had ever seen you dressed up. Not a single soul. You were always covered in blood from patients or mud from digging herbs for the Medhut. So when the creators sent up a white silk, spaghetti strapped dress, the whole Glade was confused onto why you’d need it. Some boys joked you’d need it to marry one of them and repopulate the Glade. Gross. So when the next Bonfire rolled around, you decided to wear it. you scrubbed off all the dirt and muck in the shower, washed and conditioned your hair, it fell at your mid back in slight waves. You walked out of the bathrooms, the boys were whooping and hollering and getting drunk. When you walked over, it completely stopped. Dead silent beside the sound of the fire crackling. Your eyes flicked over to Newt, the tip of his ears turning pink. He basically just fell in love all over again. He swallowed. Hard.