About three and a half hours later, Mariah and I were finally, what they called, camera ready. Sasha straightened my hair, and I didn’t realize that it was long enough to touch the floor without my hair’s natural curl and wave. She trimmed the ends and pulled my hair back in a tight ponytail. She braided the loose hair and secured it at the end with a hair tie.
The braid was long enough to reach my ankles. She told me that weapons of any sort weren't allowed in the arena, but I could use my hair as a whip. I giggled at the thought, but I actually didn’t want to hurt Jason. I would only use my hair if it were absolutely necessary.
Mariah’s hair was pulled back in tiny braids and there was a poof at the top of her head. When Carmela put her in front of the mirror, Mariah scowled. She ref
