BLIMEY! I come back from Holiday and it says I have 28 reviews and I'm like YAY! Then, when I click on the reviews to read them, I see that I have loads of guest reviews. So I actually have 39 reviews! I am so happy and soooo grateful for you to be reading my work. This isn't a lie, but I actually felt like crying with joy. THANK YOU!
Also, I have decided now to post a preview chapter of my next story, The Show Games. When you go to it, please also click on the image because it is in fact a poster.
Finally, well done to those who are getting a picture from me of Katniss's dress.
THANK YOU SO MUCH. Luv ya all x
Of all people, hovering above me were my old Prep Team. I couldn't believe they were here and I instantly knew that was something to do with Peeta's doing. I streched out with my hand to find Peeta's missing body. I groaned. I knew the next few hours would be filled with the happy chatter of Flavius, Venia and Octavia. Flavius, who still had his orange curls and trademark purple lipstick,Venia with the Aqua hair and gold tatoos and Octavia who had settled with the auburn natural colour but kept her green skin, now a light green. My old prep team. It was then that Octavia spoke up. "You and Peeta are so cute curled up together!" She then clasped her hand to her mouth, as if she was not meant to say that. I groaned even louder and Flavius and Venia giggled very quietly. That's when they stood back and made me get out of bed. Fortunately, my nightdress was baggy so concealed my bump. I then asked where Peeta was and they told me he'd been hauled out of bed at four in the morning. 'Couldn't have him seeing me-talking in fact-before the ceremony'. It was my turn to laugh now, poor Peeta!
"So what time is it now?" I questioned, really wanting to know.
"Just past six. The ceremony is at three this afternoon." Flavius explained.
"Three? That's about nine hours away!" I exclaimed. Surely it didn't take that long to prepare me!
"I know! We told Peeta we should have ten but he insisted that you needed your beauty sleep!" Venia replied. They honestly thought I was worried that we wouldn't have enough time. I shook my head and just smiled. Oh God, this would be a long day…
"Right! Let's get started!" Octavia said, buzzing with excitement. They each took turns designing me, starting with Octavia. She buzzed around me, removing body hair from every place you can imagine. She fixed up my eyebrows, after exclaiming that I should have continuously done them like she had done in previous times and not just let them be. Venia then did my nails very slowly and cautiously, as if every one of them was a bomb that if done wrong or had a too hard touch, would explode. Falvius then did my hair. He kept it secret from me though as apparently I wasn't allowed to look at myself until I was completely ready. They all chattered as they were going about their work. How excited they were for today, how they were honoured to be my stylists for my Wedding, how they were enjoying their new lives in the Capitol. Flavius even mentioned that they were thinking of starting a beauty course. I sometimes commented, but mostly just let them get on with it.
Then they all turned to my make-up. They all scurried round me on that department. The scars had faded slightly, but the traces were still there. They somehow managed to cover them up, well, Octavia did. Venia and Falvius worked on my face, doing everything but my lips. I wondered why at first, but my answer soon came because somehow, six hours had managed to pass and it was now time for lunch. I was starving and absolutely craving cheese buns. Flavius explained that I had half an hour to have lunch, and with that, all three of them scurried out of the room like five year olds and was replaced by my mother. She peeked her head round the corner, but then charged in with a shocked face. "Katniss! You're so beautiful! You look absolutely amazing!" I looked down. There was no way I could look amazing, I was still wearing my nightdress! Compared to her, who was wearing a light pink fitting dress and cardigan, I looked like a scruff-bag. Then I realised she was talking about my face, the one that my prep team had banned me from seeing.
"No, you're the one that looks amazing!" I replied. She shook her head, but left it there. Apparently though, there was more.
"Well did you like the dress?"
"Yes, of course I did. I love it to bits!"
"Would you then mind if…" She hung on to the sentence, but sighed. I didn't say anything but I knew something was coming. Something I probably wouldn't like. My Mother then said it very fast, but slow enough to be able to catch what she was saying. "Haymitch is walking you down the aisle." I gaped.
"What?!" I screamed. I am going to kill Peeta, I thought. However, I did ask my Mother, to check. "Is this Peeta's idea?" Her answer shocked me.
"Nope," she just plainly said, as if she completely missed my tantrum. In fact, she looked quite proud of herself, as if-then it hit me, hard.
"This was your idea!" I exclaimed.
"Yes," she replied, still looking very smug.
"But why?" Her face straightened, but then a small smiled formed, defining her faint wrinkles.
"Katniss, everyone knows Haymitch might as well have been your father," I tried to say something, but she put her finger on my lips. "When your father dies, I was lost. You became the head of the family when I should have been, but I let you and Prim down. When you went into the Games, everyone in District twelve saw that Haymitch was trying to save you and Peeta, and not just leaving you to die. He saw that bravery in you, he saw that you could win. You might not see it, but it's true," she explained. I knew I couldn't say that it wasn't her fault for what she did, because it is true and we bother know it, but why can't it be her?
"Why can't you?" I pathetically asked.
"It's a gentlemans job. As drunk as Haymitch may sometimes be, he's the closest man in your life, not including Peeta." There was a long silence but eventually, my Mother tried to change the subject. "Do they know?" she whispered. I got confused. My Mother saw this and told me what she meant. "Do your prep team know abot your pregnancy?"
"No," I answered, hoping to end it there, but I found myself continuing. "It'll be easier if they found out later, when everybody else does. They's just go nuts other-wise." We both laughed. Then something came to me. "No! They'll strip me down when I have to put the dress on!" My Mother continued laughing though, and shook her head.
"Well, I'll leave you to get yourself out of that one!" and with that, she started to leave the room, but before she did, she put a brown paper bag on the dressing table. "Oh, this is your lunch. Peeta insisted he bake them for you this morning." She then left the room and walked downstairs, leaving me to listen to her footsteps. I grabbed the bag and started scoffing down the slightly warm cheese buns. I walked over to Peeta's bedside table and sat down on the bed. At first I just sat there, staring at the papers piled all over it eating my buns, but as I was taking the first bite into the fourth and final one, something caught my eye. I picked up the sheet, only to find my ultrasound picture. I looked down at it for a long time, carefully outlining very little detail about the living thing growing insde of me. My baby. Peeta's baby, the one he'd wanted for a long time. No more lies, just the truth.
So please come and check out my preview chapter of The Show Games! Please keep reviewing and I will try and post the next chapter soon. Thank You x
