Effie Trinket stood in front of her vanity mirror. She could feel the slight tremors of the moving train as she stared at her reflection. She could hardly remember what she looked like as a little girl. She tugged at the electric pink false eyelashes, peeling them off of her lids. She wiped the the makeup off of her face with a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover. When she looked at it, it was a mosaic of pink and white; hues of magenta from her lipstick, a warmer pink from her eyeshadow, and a pale powdery color from her face makeup. She peered back into the mirror with a bare face, and it looked so foreign to her. She ran her fingers through the hair she'd made a pale pink just for the reaping. Usually no one paid any heed to district twelve, but thanks to the Everdeen girls, all of Panem would have paid great attention to the reaping ceremony. They all would have seen her fish around in the glass bowl for that paper slip, they'd all seen her. Perhaps she'd finally gotten her wish; to be noticed. With all her flamboyant costumes and hairdos, all it had taken to get her noticed was one brave girl from district twelve. Effie had always been taught to use her looks to stand out. Though in a sea full of people from the capitol who looked as if they radiated rainbows, she was just another face. One plain young girl with both humility and stubbornness in abundance, had done something she could only hope to do; capture the attention of an entire nation. She was part of the nation's greatest spectacle, but she was only one cog in the machine.