Years later
It had been a mistake to allow Haymitch to handle the wedding invitations, firstly because Katniss wanted the event to be small, secondly because I wanted the invitations to actually get sent out, and thirdly because we wanted people to take it seriously. Yet Haymitch had been entrusted with the duty at Katniss's insistence and I couldn't help but feel that my primary concern, you know, of having people actually receive the things, was exactly what she was trying to prevent.
What made me the most nervous was that be wouldn't let me look at the letters until after he'd sent them to a list of approved guests, and when I did finally look at it, a smirk danced at the corner of my mouth. Katniss wouldn't find this funny in the least, but my smirk blossomed into a smile.
"We can't show her," I said seriously, but I couldn't hold in my laugh anymore.
Haymitch's expression matched my own as we examined the card. It read:
"You are cordially invited to the (completely factual) wedding of
Miss Katniss Everdeen who has finally swallowed her pride
and
Peeta Mellark who never had pride in the first place
on the afternoon of April 25th this year in District 12."
I shook my head good-naturedly. It didn't matter what Haymitch had put in the invitation anyway, nothing could possibly shake my spirits.