Tonight was the party at the Mayor's house. I dread this night, as I must come face to face with my saviour's family, who dote on me in public, but in private – I know how I would feel. They had to have her committed. She triumphed and she made her family proud, but it was only a few weeks after when the cracks started to show. She began to forget where she was and scream and thrash around in dreams. This I now know is normal behaviour for a victor, but it was when these illusions escalated into her waking hours that there was problems that even the Mayor and all of their money could not cover up. Even though she didn't die – the Games still took their daughter.
However, I was greeted by the family with great delight and enthusiasm, as it would always be. Mayor Williams's wife even commented on the finery of my white chiffon dress. The pleasantries over with, I moved into the room, preparing myself for an onslaught of media attention. Instead I found there to be no interest in me whatsoever as our newest victor had arrived. It was only when I took up a conversation with one of the guests that anyone even noticed my arrival.
"Jesabelle? I didn't even notice you were here! Have you seen our new victor, all brushed up in his suit?"
I had. Many times, and so had they.
"Yes – he looks positively charming."
My sarcastic tone must have been noted by Cato as he dipped his head in thanks, but his eyes spoke a challenge.
"Why thank you, I do my best."
And with a sly wink from him, I walked away, knowing that I couldn't put up with that all night, and if I stayed, I would never get away.