I already knew what was coming to me as soon as I walked into the hotel room they crowned worthy as my bridal suite. The pure torture of beautification. But when I first walked into my room I looked around noting every little thing about it. The room was the sole color scheme of soft pink and white. On pure crystal glass tables were books, and a few fresh plates of chocolate covered strawberries. Behind a soft pink half-pulled curtain I can see a queen size bed with a giant white, fluffy comforter. Vases of pink roses were every where as well.

After I got a good look around the room my prep team ushered me into the bathroom to start my process. The bathroom was more than large enough for all four of us and then some. The bath tub alone took up almost half of the room by itself. Venia set me down on a table, similar to the one I remember from the hunger games, that was used for waxing and facials. Fun. But I was actually somewhat looking forward to getting my legs waxed. Ever since my hunger games I've come accustomed to keeping my legs shaved. That is about the only habit I have retained from the Capitol. It had been killing me for the last few weeks to not shave my legs for the waxing. So to my dismay she starts applying wax in various places from my abdomen and up. Over the next hour my prep team rambled on and on about so many different subjects while waxing every inch of my skin; eyebrows, arms, underarms, torso, and I knew that was only the start of it. But I do give me prep team some credit, their constant chattering helped tune out some of the pain. They touched every subject from my wedding, wedding dress, wedding shoes, my engagement ring….oh my engagement ring. Not something we are entirely accustomed to in District 12. Most of the time the couples from the seam just have wedding bands, if they were lucky. Except the merchants, like Peeta's family, they do typically have wedding bands, and some even have engagement rings.

Peeta gave it to me shortly after our Victory Tour. He had proposed to me on the tour in an attempt to appease President Snow. But since it was a last minute decision there wasn't a ring to present. Which was ok, I didn't need one to begin with, but we both knew the Capitol audience would be expecting one sooner or later.

After the tour Peeta took me to the meadow, knowing it was my favorite place. As we were approaching the fence I could feel his hands become clammy, and cold. I, of course, had no idea what was going on. When we pasted through the non-electrified fence he put a blind-fold on me, and started to lead again. We walked on a short while when he stopped. He removed my blindfold exposing me to a small picnic he had set up for us. There was a light green blanket on the ground, on top of it he had a small vase with a few wild flowers from the surrounding area. A small basket sat on top of the blanket as well. I remember looking at him and seeing a slight blush on his cheeks. He was slightly paler than usual and I could tell something was wrong.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you. I thought you might enjoy it." Peeta looks at me with a sad smile. Yeah something is definitely up. "Peeta, this is so kind of you. Thank you," I say with a smile, and reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek. As we sit down he starts pulling out dishes, silverware, and plastic canisters. When he opens the containers I see he brought my favorites. Lamb stew, cheese buns, and cinnamon rolls. "Dig in." He says with a smile as he gestures to the food. As we start to eat I can tell he's being quieter than usual. Not exactly normal behavior for Peeta.

After we finish our meal I smile up at him, " Thank you so much for this Peeta! You know these are my favorites." "Well I wanted to spend sometime with you. You know without the cameras and stuff," he says as he stands pulling me up with him. When I stand up he pulls me into a tight hug. He leans down and kisses my cheek, then surprisingly cups my chin between his fingers and tilts my face up and gives me a kiss on my lips. A sweet, loving kiss. When he pulls away he's flushed even more.

"I really didn't want it to happen this way. I wanted it to be wanted by both of us, not just one. But I do want to do this right," he says to me as he pulls something out of his pocket in his fist. I can't see what it is. Then he awkwardly tried to move down on his knee with his prosthetic leg fighting with him. He took my left hand and kissed it. Oh my god I think I know what's coming… again. But this time it kind of feels right. "Katniss Everdeen, I have been in love with you for literally most of my life. And I promise to love you for the rest of it. Would you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?" I looked into his eyes, and realized he was completely serious, and scared. This is completely real to him. He's asking me to marry him for him, not because the Capitol says so. I gave him a genuine smile, and said "Peeta Mellark, I would love to marry you." Peeta smiled such a brilliant smile, I knew I had made him happy. That made me happy to see him like that. He unclenched the fist he had made, revealing a ring, and he presented it to me. "May I?" he asked as he started to place the ring on my finger. I nodded approvingly, and he slipped the ring down my finger. He slowly stood back up on his prosthetic leg and pulled me in for a kiss.

After we cleaned up he started to walk me home. When we arrived at my house I thanked him again for the wonderful date, and for how he made it so special. He pulled me in one more time for a kiss, he softly cupped my cheeks and pulled me in. The kiss was very light, and sweet. When he pulled away from our kiss he leaned into my ear and whispered, " I love you Katniss." He kissed my forehead once more and he was gone. When I walked into the house I see my mother, and Prim waiting on me with huge smiles. I found out Peeta had actually asked my mother if he could ask me to marry him first. So the whole time she knew what was happening. I was moved by the fact that Peeta had actually went out of his way to make this completely traditional.

Then I actually took time to examine my new engagement ring. Peeta picked it out perfectly. I've never been one for jewelry, or sparkly things. I still wasn't. But I couldn't take my eyes off my new engagement ring. It was gold, but not a typical yellow gold like my mockingjay pin. It had a pink tint to it. I think Peeta called it Rose Gold? With soft curves forming up the band, like a soft flicker of a flame. A extremely girly detail. In the middle there was a very modest diamond. For which I am very thankful for. He knows me so well. We both knew if the diamond was enormous I would be very uncomfortable wearing it, like a beacon of attention screaming look at me!The ring fit perfectly on my finger, and was very delicate. Sad to think this is probably the smallest diamond the Capitol had. How can they feel so comfortable with such attention grabbing…well…anything.

"Katniss? Katniss?" Venia called to me snapping me out of my trance. I jerked my head up to look at her realizing I was blushing. "Uh, yes?" I try to choke out. "Did you hear me?" Venia asked. I shook my head. "I said would you like me to wax your bikini area for your wedding night?" I was confused and she could tell I was," What's that?" She blushed a little, it's not like anyone from the Capitol to show modesty, and pointed below my sheet where my… oh. In the realization of what she was asking I started to blush uncontrollably. "I thought maybe since it's your wedding night you would want to do something special for Peeta," Venia said quietly. I continued to blush as I thought about it. It would add a nice little touch to my lustful night with Peeta. I can imagine his face when he sees it. Well it definitely turns me on to imagine his face so I know I want to do it, "Ok, l-let's do it." I stutter out. I am suddenly feeling extremely modest. I've never been like this in front of my prep team.

As Flavius and Octavia are at my sides preening my nails, Venia has me scoot down to the edge of the table. She positions herself in between my legs pulling up my paper cover and starts to rip hair out of the follicle. I jump at the pain with a grimace on my face. Damn! That really hurt. "Sorry," said Venia genuinely. After a few more painful rips she's finished, and reveals a short strip of hair that replaced my small bush of hair. Then she starts to work on my leg hair. It hurts but nothing measure up to the pain I just experienced in-between my thighs. Then thankfully it's done, every offending hair on my body has been yanked out by the root.

After they finished with the waxing Flavius smeared some kind of blue goop on my face and they allowed me to slip into my bathtub that had been filled with a creamy milk-like liquid. The creamy water felt good again my tender, red skin. They left me to be alone for a little while so I could relax in my milky bath. It felt nice to be alone. Laying there I couldn't help but let my mind slip to my Peeta.