I stare out of my kitchen window across the meadow, into the woods. I can almost see the animals moving round, beginning their day sniffing out food and searching for water. Usually I would be leaving my house at this time wearing my father's old hunting jacket letting the smooth old leather hug my skin my beloved bow and arrow in my hand. Not today though. Today is my wedding day.

Peeta has been waiting for this day for a year now. The day when finally, we will be joined together for the rest of our lives. I know that he has been struggling to contain his excitement, he has loved me since the day he saw me and his one dream is finally coming true. I have surprised him by how involved I have been with all the planning, he thought that I wouldn't want to have to come under so much stress and pressure, he thought I would break. Truthfully I nearly did break down several times but I really did want this wedding to happen. When we first started planning six short months ago I realised how much I was in love with Peeta, how badly I wanted to be with him. Forever. All that time I was pretending in the first Hunger Games I never realised my true feelings for him, it was not until I thought he was dead after he hit that force field, that feeling of wanting more when I kissed him on the beach that I really realised how I felt. My train of thought stops after that I never go any further, my memories after the Quarter Quell become to painful. I can never forgive my self for what I did to Peeta. Although the Capitol tortured him to the point where he forget everything I feel that if I had shown him true love he would've been able to hang on, keep the last of his sanity until we could save him.

'Katniss?' The voice behind makes me to jump

'Yes?' I respond

'Were ready for you.'

I turn to see my mother, she's smiling. This will be the first and last time she will send her child down the aisle, there is no more younger sister to follow. I've always thought that maybe if Prim had survived she would've been the first to marry. She would never have messed things up the way I did.

'Let's go.'

My mothers soft voice interrupts my thoughts again her hand outstretched. I take it and walk with her up the stairs to my, soon to be our, bedroom. My prep team is waiting. They squeal as I walk in. I listen to their greetings, their horror over the state of me as they begin to get me ready. File my nails, brush my hair, paint colour onto my pale face.

When they are done, they step back admiring their handiwork. I stand up and walk to the mirror, I barely recognize myself. Although the make-up has been kept very minimal, at my request, I look fresh and awake. My sallow, white cheeks have been replaced with full, rosy ones, my hair pulled up into a beautiful, satiny bun, my lips look pink and pearly and lastly my eyes, even they have life in them that had disappeared for over a year.

'You look beautiful Katniss.'

My mother starts to cry bringing on tears from my prep team as well. If only Cinna could be here. She stands up and takes my hand.

'My daughter.' She whispers

I kiss her on the cheek and she turns and ushers my prep team out.

'I have something to give you Katniss, it's from a very special person.'

She turns to my cupboard and draws out the most beautiful wedding dress I have ever seen. Only one pair of hands could've made it.

'Something new.' She whispers

'Cinna!' I gasp 'He knew.'

She nods. The dress is not like the other wedding dresses Cinna created for me this one is simple yet beautiful a silky ivory, the bodice decorated with small flowers, the sleeves a fine lace. As I step into it I feel how well it fits, it hugs my waist before cascading down to below my ankles. I am amazed at how Cinna knew that one day I really would be marrying Peeta. He has created the most perfect dress. His wedding gift to me.

I turn to the mirror again. It is my turn to cry. As the tears fall down my face I realise they are the first happy ones I have ever shed. My prep team re-enters and right on cue, they begin to cry again. My mother pulls out the last part of Cinna's gift, a stunning diamond tiara with a tulle veil attached. She places it on my head. The final touch. Just then the doorbell rings.

'That can't be Peeta!' Fulvia cries

'Its not.' I answer. 'Peeta believes in tradition.'

I move out of my room and down the steps I pull my veil back over my head before I open the door. The familiar voice is a complete shock to my ears.

'Hey Catnip.'

I slam the door shut.