N/Heyhihello all people of FF! This is my first EVER fanfic, and all I can hope for is it not to be a complete failure. It's a Hunger Games Fic (Katniss+Gale) and if you are a Peeta Mellark fan, I suggest you stop reading this IMMEDIATELY, because as much as I hate to admit it, there will be a lot of hatin' on him. This is gonna take place AFTER mockingjay, so many spoilers within. It's after the last page, but the epilogue never happens. Cus, where's the fun in that? Thank you~~~~ HERE GOES NUFFIN!

(WARNING- PEETA/KATNISS IN THIS CHAPTER ONLY TEMPORAIRLY)

Prologue-Katniss POV

I took a deep breath in from my nostrils, and out through my mouth. I had to be calm. If I wasn't, I'd ruin the entire experience for my fiancée, Peeta Mellark. He would be devastated, but him being who he is, wouldn't complain or show it. That's one thing I love about Peeta. He knew how to keep his calm and he wasn't whiney. He knew when I was upset or extremely happy. That's one thing I hate about Peeta. You can't keep secrets around that guy, he'll read ya like an open book, set to the page he needs at that moment.

C'mon, Katniss, calm. You love him, right? I cut off that thought before I can answer myself. I hate when I question myself on who I love. It gave me a headache, because I thought too much into these things. Love. Is this four lettered word just a false hope? Then again, I must have fallen into it, being that I'm getting married today. Is it possible, to love- more than one person?

Those are a few of the questions I have, that'll never be answered. Who do I have to ask? Mom, who's more unstable than me lately. My fiancée, who would insist on not marrying if I asked if it was possible to love two people, He would immediately think of Gale.

Gale….I felt my heart give a painful pang when I thought of him. I saw his beautiful, flawless face, clear as day, through my closed eyes.

I opened my eyes and scolded myself for allowing myself to wander in my huge jumble of thoughts once again. I had to focus on my wedding. I began stripping down to take a bath (as I was supposed to be doing this entire time, according to Venia, Octavia, Flavious). I continued, setting the shower to high, with two different kinds of body washes and shampoos. It seems only minutes when my styling crew is banging on the door, telling me to hurry up, that Peeta was almost finished getting ready himself. At this, I panicked, only getting to use one of the shampoos, and tripping in the progress. I quickly dried myself bone dry, dying for a little lotion.

It seems that the second I open up the door, I'm being fussed over by my oblivious stylists. God, you just gotta love them. Octavia begins stepping me into my dress, begging to herself that it fits. I didn't really see the need to her worries, seeing I got it fitted two days ago, and my meals were perfectly balanced. While Octavia was muttering to herself, Venia was working on my nails and hairy skin. One word, ouch. Then, the least painful if I may add, Flavious was putting my long, dark hair in an elegant bun on top of my head, and no braids were in it. He said, "I wanted this look to be unique, as Cinna's were.". This started a sob fest, Octavia dismissing herself from the room, and Flavious looking ashamed. Venia-as usual- took charge and started finishing the job herself, little tears in the corners of her eyes. She zippered my dress up, a perfect fit, and finishing up my nails and makeup. I had a French manicure done for my nails, and my makeup consisted of glitter, and a lot of it.

The final picture was indescribable. It was almost as if Cinna was here himself, making me unique and beautiful and...Un-me-like. I was flawless, I was beautiful. I could barely recognize myself. My long, flowing dress was so simple, yet it made people marvel at the sight. At every movement, a glimmer of nearly invisible -I didn't notice them at first, until I moved-gem stones are sent flying through the dress. It's absolutely stunning.

As the three oblivious stylists gushed over how amazing the end result was, I thought over my decision. Am I really ready to get married?

Before I could answer my own thoughts, Venia hands me a bouquet of primroses and rues (in honor of little Prim and Rue) and shoos me through the door.

We were having the wedding in District 12, something me and Peeta took forever to debate. We worried if it would be in good enough condition by the time the wedding came around, but our worries were put to shame when i looked at our ceremony. It was absolutely gorgeous. It was early spring, everything begining all over again. The air smelt completely clean and smoke free (that's a first), the grass was fully grown, about a half inch high. It was absolutely perfect.

My flower girl was one of Rue's little sisters, who's family I had grown very close to, Daisy. She was a doll. Every word she spoke had a little lisp to it that made you want to pinch her little, five year old cheeks repeatedly. Her little structure looked amazing in her little yellow dress, her halo of black curls framing her face perfectly. My bridesmaids were Johanna, Effie, and Annie. They were all wearing a very dull yellow colored dress. It had silver glitters on it, which made up for the dullness. they were only knee length, though. Everybody looked fantastic.

But my eyes weren't on any of them. My eyes were trained solely on my fiancée, soon to be husband. He was what made this wedding. He was stunning in his black tux, a yellow-ish-white-ish undershirt. He looked so...clean. His clear, blue eyes were boring into mine, hands entwined in front of him. His jaw was slightly dropped in awe, and I blushed at the sight.

Peeta's dad was walking me down the isle, holding onto my elbow gingerly. I took a step forward in my high heels, then another. I kept on going until I met Peeta halfway, and we dismissed his father. Tears were in my eyes now, but i quickly blinked them away. It was not time for me to be crying. We got to the end of the isle-without me tripping, thank god- and Peeta grabbed both of my hands in his, giving me a reassuring squeeze. he smiled gently down at me, and i smiled right back at him. This was it.

The priest started talking, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy being mesmerized by Peeta's gorgeous, deep blue eyes. Before I knew it, the priest was asking the large crowd if they had any objections.

"I OBJECT!" a deep voice called, sounding slightly out of breath. I turned to the crowd in utter surprise, not ready for what I was about to see.

In mid-isle, there stood Gale Hawthorne.