A/N: This has been a long time dream-project of mine, a Hunger Games/Revenge mash-up.
I'm planning on a 12 chapter story, but depending on how things will go it can be less. I hope that everyone enjoys it.
"All warfare is based on deception." – Sun Tzu
"Katniss… Katniss!" Effie nearly yells, recollecting herself when she notices a few people staring at them.
Katniss turns to look at the woman, and realizes that she is looking nervous, "What? Is something wrong?" whatever Effie wants shouldn't concern much, everything seems to be in place.
Fumbling with her clipboard and discreet earpiece Effie quickly scans the place before turning back at Katniss, "Have you seen Peeta? No one knows where he is," her voice barely above a whisper.
So Peeta was missing, no big surprise there at least for Katniss, she knew that he was somewhere nearby, he wouldn't leave her alone today even with all that has happened and would return when necessary, but she also understood that right now he needed some space.
"You know Peeta," she waved a hand in a dismissive manner, "He is out doing his thing, I'm sure he will be right back," Effie nods in understanding and returns to the entrance to lead the tardy guests.
It was the Snow Manor garden at its best, the topiary art was at its prime, the catering was being done by one prized chef of New York and bottles of champagne had been imported from France. Katniss took in the whole scene, with the commensals gorging their appetites with shrimps and lobsters, delighting themselves while drinking fountains of vodka and cocktails, the women displaying long haute couture dresses and the men in sleek tuxedos made by famous designers. All the opulence, all that luxury was going to be her life.
She could not wait to destroy every single piece of it.
"Shouldn't you be, I don't know, dancing with you future hubs by now, sweetheart?" Haymitch approached her stirring her out of her reverie, "It's quite a night after all," he raised his champagne flute at her. Of course he would be the one enjoying this night the most.
Katniss merely smiled at him, "I am glad that you're still sober enough to talk," she leaned closer to her mentor, "You shouldn't be here Haymitch," her tone nothing but aggressive.
"And lose the spectacle? It's my girl's engagement night!" he guffaws and people stare at them with amused eyes. Katniss has to contain a roll of hers. Haymitch collects himself, takes a sip and lowers his head, "You can still stop Katniss, think about what you're doing," his tone serious, almost pleading, he places a hand on her shoulder, grip tight.
She eyes his hand with clear disgust, brushes him off before saying, "Too late for advice now, and if I had to guess," she pauses, searches the room for the sigh that will sure inspire her, she finds it, "Caring about the consequences of their actions is not one of my new family's trait," and for such, they shall pay a price. The last part is left unsaid.
Right there the music stops and the person who Katniss is staring takes the stage.
"Good evening! Ladies… gentlemen… It's with the most pure joy that we are gathered here tonight to celebrate one of the most special moments of one person that means so much to our family," the man politely gestures his wife who is standing behind him, she is smiling to the crowd, "I think of Peeta as my own son, my own flesh and blood, so there is no words to describe how content I am with him finding someone as precious as the lovely Ms. Abernathy," he motions at Katniss's direction, a spotlight finding her on the crowd, she gives them a shy smile. The man's wife is glaring at her.
The crowd gives a small round of applause to her, as if she had accomplished something, as if getting engaged to Peeta Mellark was impossible. His absence is not missed by their audience and Katniss can see Effie in distress not far from the entrance.
"But before we toast to them, we better wait for my nephew to decide not to be such a social butterfly…" the man is interrupted by his wife.
"Ah, I am sure that Katniss knows how to bring our nephew from his hideout," the woman makes her way towards Katniss, her red silk dress shimmering under the lights, a predatory smile gracing her lips, "I would like to give a symbolic hug in order to welcome the newest member of our family,"
The embrace was just as cold as the winds of the Arctic.
Then the fireworks begin, the sky filling with the colors and sound distracting everyone immediately, Katniss remembers that they're supposed to go off after the Peeta's own speech. Apparently the premature fireworks are the first consequences of the couple's fray from earlier that very morning. Katniss is about to detangle herself from her future mother-in-law, but she is held firm in the embrace, the woman lips touching her tip of her ear.
"Where the hell is my nephew?" is all but a screech filled with anger.
Katniss pulls back and shakes her head almost in an imperceptibly manner, she does not know, Peeta disappearing from her sight was not in her plans for this night. And that's when all hell breaks loose.
A scream pierces the air and Primrose comes running from the beach, she is dripping wet and only in her underwear, she is clutching someone else's coat in her arms, "Mom!" Katniss runs to her aid, nearly screaming for people to get out of her way. The floor boards of the wharf creak violently under her feet and she meets the girl halfway. She reaches Prim before her mother and holds her as if her life depended on it, "Oh Katniss…" the young girls is trembling, and her skin is icy cold and Katniss runs a hand through her hair in a soothing manner.
The girl's mother wrestles Katniss in order to hold the girl, "Prim what happened?" the fireworks are still going and the muffle most of the sounds coming from the guests, the woman shakes the girl, eliciting a low growl from the back of Katniss's throat, "Primrose, what happened?!"
Primrose is crying now, "It's Peeta!" she screams between sobs and Katniss runs before her mind can even registers what she is doing. She is not fast enough, she is not lucid enough, she is not enough to comprehend what she is about to see at the shore of the beach.
A lifeless body lies on the white sand, a pool of blood around the head, face buried in the ground, the elegant white tuxedo ruined and barefooted. Having only the distant lights of the party and the inconstant red and blue glow of the fireworks to illuminate the sight before her eyes and for a moment is like she is underwater, every sound and every image is distorted and distant, someone stumbles past her, a blur of red fabric, the wail of a woman so far away from her hearing.
The sensation of rising to the surface comes in full force.
"Peeta!"
Three Months Ago
"The floors are all cherry wood and the wall have received a layer of anti-corrosive to deal with the salt about two months ago, so it improves it resistance and prolongs the life cycle of the house," the real-estate office says almost desperate.
Katniss runs her hand through the railing of the porch that surrounds three sides of the house, she admires the woodwork and then her eyes drift to the imposing mansion standing acres away from the one she was now, the office seems to notice her.
"That's the Snow Manor, you know the governor right?" the man says somewhat hesitant, as if the information could stir the sale to the wrong direction, "Well… so this house became vacant just two months ago and…"
"I'll take it," Katniss says not even looking at the man, her gaze still on the Snow Manor.
The man chokes, "W-What?!" like the biggest surprise of his life had just happened, "I mean, yes, of course I'll prepare the papers right away, Ms. Abernathy,"
The man scurries away leaving her alone. A cool summer breeze hits Katniss and she takes it as the winds of change finally coming to the Hamptons. It made the girl smile, she wasn't afraid of changing; the world was meant for those who could adapt in order to survive. Survival was her second nature.
She was fiddling idly with a napkin at the hotel restaurant when she decided to make her next move. Pulling her iPhone from her purse she dialed the number with the smile still playing on her lips, "Hello, Effie? Hi, this is Katniss Abernathy, remember me?" the loud response almost send Katniss reeling backwards on her chair, "Yeah, I know is a short notice thing, but I was thinking that maybe we could have lunch tomorrow…-" the loud interruption had her nearly growing, "Wonderful, see you tomorrow,"
Effie Trinket was by no means a simple woman, taking that into consideration Katniss was sure that she had choose the right when they arrived at the Sienna Restaurant & Ultralounge, there was a small commotion at it's front and Katniss could easily see nearly every single Hamptons figurine, from the Wall Street investors on vacation to some Manhattan's socialites.
It's was the sort of scenario that would make Effie Trinket's skin tingle in excitement. So it was wearing her finest Prada sunglasses and Burberry trench coat over her Miu Miu dress that Katniss made her way to the restaurant on top of the most expensive pair of simple flats – riches will always compliment your 'simplicity' if you are wearing flats, even if they cost more than a human kidney.
"Will you need me later Mrs. Abernathy?" Darius, the driver asks her while opening the SUV door for her. Katniss muses for a second, considering her task in hand.
She shakes her hand, "I don't think I'll take too long with this, be back in one hour and a half, please," he nods and leaves the car in order to open her door for her. Most of the patrons on the waiting line stop to look at her, even the concierge was taken aback.
There are hushed whispers and even a couple of flashes from an unknown photographer at the entrance, Katniss walks as everything and everyone is beneath her, she stops at the concierge's rostrum, "Reservation under the name of Abernathy, Katniss," she announces not even bothering to spare a glance at the man.
The concierge scurries around like a headless chicken in order to accommodate Katniss. Most patrons turn their head to stare openly at her, many not knowing who she is, a few actually hiss her name to their table companions, waiters eyeing her with extremely caution. Rich folks tend to put the proletariat on edge. The concierge introduces himself as Richard – for a brief second Katniss wonders if he was working in a more modest establishment he would have gone by the name of Richie – and he gracefully accommodates her on a table for two on the outdoors, she takes in a deep breath and exhales through her mouth before taking off her sunglasses.
"Can I get you anything, Miss Abernathy?" the waitress asks in a very professional manner while handling a menu to her.
"Water, please," she says nonchalantly. Katniss looked around, seeing all the wealthy and megalomania of the Hamptons in display, people paying absurd amounts for a single drink that would barely quench the thirst of a five year old, but considering that she is on the Hamptons, most five year olds will be at somewhere even more expensive than this restaurant, like some private school in Switzerland.
By the time the waiter brought the water a very loud and colorful woman barged in with a phone at her left hear and a few bags from different clothing stores. Effie Trinket is a sight to behold, every spec of her figure screams the word loud from her vivid blue stilettos to the glimmering bronze jacket she has one, Katniss identifies her dress a Prada one piece that she deemed as extravagant when at the Paris Fashion Week in the previous year.
The waiter pulled the chair for Effie but the woman ignored it, walking to Katniss to greet her with kisses on the cheek before skirting gracefully in her sit, "My-my Katniss Abernathy as I live and breathe! What a wonderful moment for you to call me, I was beside myself thinking that we wouldn't have a newcomer this summer, at least one worthy my time,"
Katniss smiled sweetly at her, "Oh you know how it is in Europe this time of the year, Mrs. Trinket…" she sighed wistfully, "I love the country side and spending sunny days at the yacht in Ibiza whenever I can, but I just needed a change of scenery,"
Effie gave her one understanding look, the one that people gave when they felt related to whatever you were going through, "Of course I know, and just between us, nothing compares to the Hamptons," she says as if sharing her darkest secret.
Katniss nodded, "Indeed, this is an outstanding place and everything was going so smoothly, until I realized that I didn't know anyone here," she said with a good humored laugh. In all honesty the lack of relationships didn't bother Katniss in the least, her solitude was one of the few pleasures she indulged herself the most.
The blinding smile that Effie gave her was almost surreal, "And you considered me a friend? My dear, you for sure can count with me to guide you through the wild life of the Hamptons," Effie declared with a sharp laugh that drew attention to their table.
And Katniss was indeed counting with Effie's web of communication to make her way into the Hampton's society, "I'm so glad to be able to count with you Effie, especially after the many times Haymitch appraised your work," for a second there the girl feared that Effie would raise suspicion or at least would not take the bait, fortunately for her the woman was none the wiser.
A flash of annoyance graced Effie's face before clearing her throat, "You don't come across as naïve Katniss, for to believe for a second that I hold your father any praise," the word father always rubbed Katniss the wrong way, more often than not people assumed that she took Haymitch as her father indeed, but reality was more complicate than that, maybe if she explained to Effie the real thing could be spread, like wildfire in a dry field considering Effie's fame regarding gossip.
"He is not my father… Haymitch," everyone also assumed that it was a touchy subject for her, and she milked for what it was worthy when necessary and convenient.
Effie let out a gasp that sound so forced that somehow Katniss truly believed that it was genuine coming from her, and only her, the woman as Haymitch had warned, was a walking soap opera diva, "Katniss… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…"
Katniss cut her off with a wave of hand, "It's okay, I'm used to it by now, most people think that anyways…" she paused, took a sip of her water for dramatics, "Haymitch is… he is… well he is my Haymitch, and that works for us, and he may act like a father at times, but with time I lost any respect that I had for him," she laughs a little throaty and Effie smiles in sympathy.
"You must be very fortunate to have him as an adoptive father, even with his… issues," she adds a bit reluctantly.
Katniss only shrugs, "Everyone has problems, but he is doing better now, adopting a child does wonders for you," she snickers inwardly, the last sentence was so Haymitch, "He may say that I'm wrong but we know that he is lying,"
The two women chatted away, choosing the Caesar salad with roasted duck along with some fruity drinks and Katniss could see how formidable Effie is. The woman was able to entertain Katniss with talking for solid forty minutes and that was an accomplishment that none of the other students at the Notre Dame International High School in Paris was able to achieve in six years that Katniss spent there. Even Haymitch failed at that, and they had days where the biggest verbal exchange between the two of them was a grunt.
It was when they were leaving the restaurant, arms linked and most people looking at them curiously that Katniss got what she wanted, "Oh Katniss you have to come to the next party!" Effie exclaimed once they got outside.
"What party?" Katniss noticed a few photographers near them, snapping pictures to only God knows which website.
"The Snow's party, ah… this year they decided to throw their welcome party at one of their boats, it will be fabulous!" there was an actual sense of tingling in Effie's voice, "I'm in charge of the planning, including the guest list, it will be marvelous if you were able to come! I can count with you right?"
The sweet smile that Katniss gives Effie is enough to win the woman over, "I wound not miss the opportunity,"
Katniss in on her way out of the laundry when she bumps into someone, in her defense she never had a good coordination while texting and walking at the same time.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but you better look where you…" the manly voice says to her before choking. She looks up and barely contains chocking herself with air.
"Oh," it's all that she says, trying her best to school her features that must scream surprise if not fear right at the moment.
The young man shakes his head, blinking rapidly, "I'm sorry… do I know you?" he almost whispers and his grey eyes are locked on Katniss's. She shakes her head slowly, shifting a little and trying to jungle the dress that she is holding with one arm, "Shoot! I didn't mess with your clothes right?"
She takes a look at the dress, it seems alright without rumples or wrinkles, "No it's fine, I should be the one paying attention, but you know," she shakes her cellphone in her hand, "No matter how annoying they are you can't not look at them when someone texts you," she says good humoredly.
The man smiles at her, "Yeah I know how it is, my brothers and lil'sister are texting me all the time, even if they know that I hate having to read their incessant messages," he says, and then the both of them stare at each other of what it feels like eternity, albeit Katniss's clock begs to differ, pointing that the staring only lasts for only two minutes, "I don't think we know each other, I'm Gale by the way," he breaks the silence by raising his hand.
She manages to take his hand and shakes it politely, "Katniss… nice to meet you,"
"It's good to see a new face around here, even the vacationers are familiar by this point," he says in a light tone, although Katniss catches a bitterness at the end of the phrase, "I own the dinner over there," he point to an establishment near the video store, the Montauk Snare.
"Sounds ominous," Katniss says with a raised eyebrow.
He laughs soundly, "My dad thought that it was a good idea, you know, once you there you never leave," her brows raise to the roof at that, "I thought that it was better suited for funerary too, but people actually dig the name now, believe it or not," they laugh together at that.
"I will make sure to see if it's true," he is the one raising an eyebrow at that, "Especially if the food is not tiny and pretentions as most of it is around here,"
"Oh it is, that much I can assure you, order the cheese burgers and I'll make sure to snare you good," he blushes at that and coughs a little, Katniss find it rather sweet, "I mean… well, yeah, if you come I'll guarantee that the first one is on the house,"
"Well, now you sound like a drug dealer," her joke takes him a little by surprise but he smile nonetheless, "I'll make sure to stop by," she waves awkwardly at a silent Gale, he is just staring at her. It ticks her off, there is no way for him to tell who she really is, it's has been more than a decade since he last saw her, and children's memory are not that sharp anyways, but better be safe than sorry, so Katniss turns and starts to step away from him.
"Hey Katniss!" he shouts when he finally realizes that she is actually going away, "See you around!" he waves goodbye at her.
Making her way to the car Katniss's takes a look at her phone's clock and decides that it's a good time to have an early dinner. She makes her way to the Montauk Manor, the sun is already settling on the horizon, making the sky assume an orange hue. The hotel is not too crowded but there are enough people around to go unnoticed if someone decides to do so.
Upon arriving at the hotel and parking her car Katniss does not miss the sight of this stunning silver Maserati – which is making every valet on duty gawk. Katniss almost smiles at that, it'll be easier than she thought. At the hotel's restaurant Katniss notices that most people are tourists, or summer people as one would call, that soothes her a bit for some reason, she really doesn't need a local wildcard in her plans.
She is the middle of her salad when she finally sees a tanned woman making her way through the restaurant, said woman looking relaxed in her navy blue dress with broad leather belt wrapped around her waist. The woman approaches one of the waiters and whispers an order; Katniss manages to get the words room 201 and soup. And is more than enough information for her to order her check.
Katniss is leaving the restroom when she hears a commotion taking place outside, she makes a beeline for the exit and see an ambulance with it's siren blaring while a man is being hauled in a gurney, oxygen canister at his side. Watching with pure distress in her face is the woman in navy blue dress from earlier, Katniss approaches her carefully.
"Excuse me, Ms.? Are you alright? Do you need help?" she offers with sympathy, the woman turns a little bewildered at her mumbling a huh? "Is he you husband? I can take to hospital to accompany him if you need," it's like someone press the button play and the woman finally turns on.
"No, I don't need to accompany him, he is… he is not…" but before she says anything else the ambulance is taking off and most of the passer-byes are turning their eyes to the tanned woman herself, knowing that she was with the man who was taken, "I need to go," she says before rushing to the silver Maserati that Katniss had laid eyes upon earlier.
There are a few hushed whispers about the state of disarray of the woman's state, the way that her dress had a missed button, of how her hair was looking wild, and how her lipstick was smeared. Katniss thought that all these rumors were rather amusing considering the circumstances.
It's the early stages of summer, a warm weather and azure blue sky filled with white clouds over the Hamptons. So Katniss goes to the party in a white dress that hangs in one of the shoulders with delicate Prada shoes and a couple of bracelets that H. Stern had done especially for her, carrying only the necessary on her clutch bag, her hair waving softly with the gentle breeze in the docks, the pristine white of her dress contrasting with her olive skin.
Groups of guests are scattered around, most of them climbing S.S. Rose in a sort of hurry, others are talking near an easel holding a frame with the name of this party charity of choice, an orphanage in New York apparently. Katniss shakes her head subtly at the sight, but then she sees someone at the upper deck of the boat.
Ashy blonde hair, white suit over broad shoulders, a hard-lined jaw with and pale skin, and while from the ground Katniss can't confirm the blue eyes that he is famous for, she is more than sure that he is Peeta Mellark. The heir to one of the biggest fortunes known in the country, the Mellarks once were famous for the chain of restaurants that held their name but a tragic fire consumed the lives of all the members of the family except for Peeta, it happened a few years ago and the youngest of the Mellarks was put under the guard of his aunt, Mrs. Snow, his mother's sister.
And know he was on Katniss's sight.
"Katniss! Good to see you," Effie exclaims from the bridge that lead to the boat entrance, the woman makes a beeline towards Katniss and smiles brightly at her, "So glad that you made it, I wasn't sure you would come after such short notice,"
"Oh, I said that I wouldn't miss it in the world, but…" the girl trails off.
Effie looks concerned, "But what my dear, do tell me,"
"It's just… It's just that I don't know anyone, and I was hoping that that maybe…" she says shyly while shrugging, "You could introduce me to some of this people," the smile that Effie gives her makes something in Katniss twitch, but she pushes that aside.
"Of course dear, follow me," Effie says before looping her arms around Katniss's and making their way towards the boat. In the first floor they are greeted by many unfamiliar faces, none making a lasting impression on Katniss. Every outfit and accessory seems to have come off from some spring-summer fashion runaway, the up-do hairs and stylish shades and colorful drinks make the scenario vibrate with life, a shallow and full of vanity sort of life, but life nonetheless.
It's only when they reach the second floor deck that Katniss finally meets someone worthy her attention, the beautiful and young Primrose Snow is talking animatedly with another girl when Effie approaches them, Katniss in tow, "Katniss, I would like to introduce you to Ms. Primrose Snow," the young girl turns when she hears her name called and Katniss doesn't miss the way that she almost roll her eyes at Effie before thinking better. She is wearing a pale pink dress with an adorable straw hat with a silk white ribbon around it and her pale complexion and blonde hair remind Katniss of Peeta.
"Hi, nice to meet you, Katniss right?" the said girl nods and Primrose breaks a smile, "You can call me Prim, only Effie calls me Primrose… oh and this is Rue," she waves at the girl standing next to her, also a beautiful and young, probably the same age as Prim, with satin skin and curled ebony hair and a huge set of brown eyes.
"It's nice to see someone new for a change, usually is the same old faces," Rue comments and Prim nods, "Don't get me wrong, I like most people around here just fine, but it can get a bit boring at times,"
Katniss smiles but before she can say anything Prim adds, "Maybe you could stir things around here this summer,"
"I'll see what I can do," Katniss's promise is in a light tone and if anyone of them listen to the truth ringing in it no one says a thing about it.
"If you girls excuse us, I've to introduce our newcomer to the hosts," Effie finishes by placing a hand in Katniss's back and ushering her towards the small platform where there is a microphone and an empty easel. Apparently the Snow's are auctioning some works of art to help the orphans – Katniss expects the cancer patients and African malnourished children to be the excuse for the next opulent feasts.
All that hatred and loathing is thrown aside the moment she is face to face with Mr. Snow himself.
"Mr. Snow, excuse me, but I would adore to introduce you to the lovely Ms. Abernathy," she motions for Katniss to come closer, as if needed, because Katniss is already with her eyes locked in the silver haired gentleman, in the cold and impossible blue eyes that have snake qualities to them, she doesn't miss the C.S. embroiled in his handkerchief secured on his breast pocket.
His smile shows all the pearly white teeth and sickening sweetness, the kind that clearly fools the clueless of this man true persona, "Lovely to meet you, but please Mr. Snow seems too formal for the occasion, don't you agree Ms. Abernathy?" he tilts his head towards her.
Katniss smiles politely, not paying attention as how Effie is blushing and fanning herself with a fan that she produced out of thin air for all that Katniss could tell, "That's exactly what I was thinking, I'm Katniss Abernathy, your new neighbor by the way," she adds with excitement, noticing how the man's expression changes from pleased to surprised.
"Is that so? Excuse me," he only cranes his head, before lifting his arm and pulling a woman next to him, "Dear this is the one who rented Brutus's home for the summer," his voice is in this animatedly tone that Katniss can only picture in elderly people when they are playing bingo, call her cliché as much as you want.
The woman who seems disinterested at first raised an eyebrow at the girl, she also has silver hair, only shades lighter than Mr. Snow and her hair falls like symmetric sheets around her face, Katniss wonder if it is a wig or a weave.
"What a delightful surprise," she says brightly, "We were hoping for newcomers you see, most people are familiar faces to us, although I do have to ask you not going to have music concerts at you house in the middle of the night, are you?" she says with humor, although Katniss senses as if this is a real question.
"You can rest assure that won't be any wild parties, or concerts at my house this summer, Mrs. Snow? I assume," Katniss adds the last part, not really sure how to play this for now.
Mr. Snow seems to snap out of whatever daze he was in, "Sorry my rudeness, Katniss, this is Alma, my wife,"
"Excuse my husband, I tend to distract him from time to time," she says with an easy smile that has Katniss mirroring it.
Mr. Snow chuckles at that, "She distracted me long enough that she had this around my finger before I even knew it," he shows an opulent golden band in his left hand ring finger, "She has keeping me distracted for more than twenty years in fact," he says good humoredly.
Mrs. Snow only rolls her eyes at him, "He says as if I was some sort of witch," she winks as if sharing a secret with Effie and Katniss, both only nod with smiles at her, "It was lovely to meet you Katniss, I hope you stay around to bid on some of the pieces we are to auction today,"
"Definitely, I need to warm my house a little," Mr. Snow excuses himself and goes to greet other guests, his wife stares openly at him until someone else appears next to them, it's the tanned woman from the Montauk hotel, "Enobaria! What a surprise!" Mrs. Snow she greets with glee and hugs the other woman.
"Enobaria Callaghan, ex-wife of Brutus Callaghan, owner of the Callaghan Security," Katniss knew well who he was, she a client of Callaghan Security herself, but she knew that she had to play the naïve girl card more.
"Alma, it's been so long, I'm so sorry for not calling you before, but I was busy…" she trailed off as soon she eyes found Katniss, recognition displayed on her eyes, "You…"
"Oh, let me introduce you, this is Katniss Abernathy, she actually the one renting your house," Mrs. Snow voice nearly broke at the last words, apparently it was still a delicate subject.
"I see… pleasure meeting you Katniss," Enobaria says nonchalantly.
Katniss tilts her head with crooked smile when they shake hands, "But we've met before, don't you remember?" Mrs. Snow and Effie look at her with curious eyes, "Yesterday at the Montauk Manor, is your husband alright? You left in such a hurry that you left everyone there worried when the ambulance left,"
Enobaria's eyes widen at that, and her mouth hangs agape, Mrs. Snow on the other hand looks livid and it takes two seconds before she can schools her features, "Well… that sounds like a marvelous story," she says with a voice just a few tones far from a full on shrill.
Enobaria darts her eyes between Katniss and Mrs. Snow, "I-I am sorry, c-could you excuse me…" she makes a hasty retreat and Mrs. Snow excuses herself heading the opposite way with a smile.
Effie looks troubled, "I didn't know that she was back with Brutus," she muses aloud and turns to Katniss, "Are you sure that it was his husband that you saw?"
Katniss shrugs, "I don't really know her husband, but I thought that man with her was at the time, she seemed concerned enough," she says off handedly. Effie nods and some waiter comes to whisper at her ear. The woman huffs and apologizes to Katniss, saying that she must take care of some things.
A few idle conversations later with new faces, some bites into expensive shrimp cocktails and a vodka high tea that has Katniss wondering how expensive is to hire a mixologist because the drinks are ridiculously good and well-crafted and would have Haymitch bristling with the prospect of 'defiling' alcohol with fruits and other drinks. She will never forget the disgust in his face when she ordered a White Russian in some dinner that they went out.
She was admiring the view of the Hampton Road when she accidentally tripped over, spilling Gateau Martini all over a white suit that has the blonde owner cringing and shivering as soon as the liquid hits him.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" she fumbled around searching for a napkin, the young man waved a hand distractedly while fishing a handkerchief from his breast pocket in order to dry a bit of the mess made on his pristine white suit.
Katniss is about to press a hand full of napkins to the soiled sleeve when he stops her, "Don't worry, it's fine," she can almost hear the smile in his voice, he is about to speak again when their eyes meet.
It's like there is not enough air for them.
Katniss is awestruck by the clarity in those blue eyes, on the strong jaw and pale complexion and oddly enough for eye zero on the almost translucent long eyelashes.
"I-I am sorry, do I know y-you?" the man stutters, clears his throat, coughs awkwardly, "I'm Peeta Mellark," he raises his free hand before she can say anything.
She shoots him a crooked smile, suddenly bashful, "Katniss Abernathy, nice to meet… I guess," she eyes the maroon strain forming on his suit, "You can send me the bill of the laundry,"
He laughs soundly, "You sure are not from here," he smiles, a million watts-smile, "No Hampton resident willingly pays for it's mistakes,"
This coaxes a shy smile from her, "Well… I guess it wouldn't be too polite to start practicing how to be a true Hampton lady now, would it?"
"Guess not," he says eye her appraisingly, and while Katniss is well aware that he is checking her out is a different manner than that she is used to, "I might as well get you another drink, as encouragement to your behavior of course,"
"Of course," she echoes with a smile.
A/N: You guys have no idea of how much I'd to cut off from this particular chapter, but most of the unused content is going to be on the future chapters, in a way or another.
The flashback bit is very similar to the one seen in the show, but not only the outcome but as well the way that it all came to be will be slightly different from the original source.
Peeta and Katniss' conversation will resume in the next chapter as well the fallout of Enobaria's actions. By the way, the identity of Mrs. Snow should not be that hard to figure it out.
