Hello again dears. I know, I know… I'm an awful person. I've been making all of you lovely followers wait. Let's see if I can get this wrapped up in a really long chapter. If someone wants to keep adding on to it in a sequel just let me know. Guess I'm more of someone to spout out loads of ideas instead of writing them.
Clove
After the party had died down to my used-to-but-soon-won't-be-because-of-circumstances home. Apparently I can't go anywhere near the house in Victor's Village 'cause that is where Cato will be and it is bad luck for a groom to see the bride before her wedding. What kind of superstition is that? I let a little shrug out before I yanked Megan back up onto her feet. Somehow, she managed to get so drunk she's three sheets to the wind… and thinks she is a pirate…
" Yo-ho, Yo-ho a pirate's life for me!~ We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. DRINK UP ME 'EARTIES YO HO!", she sang. Did I say three sheets to the wind? My bad, I think she's past that. She's definitely a sheet in the wind. I finally hauled our butts inside the house. Megan leaned against the couch and gave me a very serious look.
" Ya know what Cloverita?", she slurred.
"What?"
"…Sleepy time.", and with that she passed out cold on the couch, face first. Then she started mumbling about how a monkey stole her money. Yep, that would be my best friend.
" Not a very bright one, is she?", a snaky voice asked. Of course he'd be here…
"Ah, I was right. My father is breeding rats in the basement.", rolling my eyes before turning and facing the direction of that slimy little voice.
" Now, now Clover. No need for name calling.", Jake sang as he leaned against the wall, "Just stopped by to see you."
"The lord is testing me."
" Resulting to quoting others? Run out of brilliant comebacks?"
"Why the hell are you here?"
"See you of course.", he began making his way toward me, every step he took I backed up one. It worked… until I was up against a wall.
"I did tell you we would have time together.", he sneered, putting his hands on the wall on either side of my face. A mumbled "shut up, I'm sleeping", could be heard from the couch. Gee thanks Megan.
"Such a bother.", Jake moaned as he shook his head at Megan. He picked up a metal vase that was on the coffee table, yes metal and not glass cause who are we? District 1?, and tossed it at her head. I didn't see if it hit.
" Maybe that'll shut her up for a bit. Now, lets have some fun shall we?", he removed his had from the wall before sneaking it under my shirt, moving upwards. Didn't get very far. All I heard was a thump before Jake went crumbling to the floor. A very annoyed Megan could be seen from the couch.
" Loud, inconsiderate bastard.", she muttered before collapsing back onto the couch. I gotta admit, even when she's drunk, Megan has got impeccable aim. I leaned down and placed two fingers to his neck, checking for a pulse. Dang, still there. OH well, don't want to be a murderer the night before my wedding. Maybe after the wedding I'll take care of him. I dragged his body over to the basement door and rolled him down the steps. Well, I kicked him foreward and he rolled down the steps. After bolting that door shut I trudged upstairs to bed.
The next morning, well if you could call it that the sun wasn't even up, I found myself being quite literally dragged out of bed by the musketeers.
" My dear, you cannot oversleep! It's your wedding day!~", one of them sang. I wasn't really awake enough to tell which it was. For the next four ours I stood on a little pedestal while the three did my hair, make up, nails, and finally adjusting the dress. The three didn't stop talking the entire time. I literally couldn't get a word in. But at least I could snap at them in my head. You never really realize how annoying Capitol people are until you have to listen to them blabber on about how many lights were in someone's wig, or the exact shade of yellow a woman's skin was. But four hours later I was done, I think.
"FINISHED!", they sang.
"Take a look darling.", Porcelain ushered me towards a mirror. I was in awe. I was gorgeous, nothing close to the normal Clove that I would face in a mirror. The Dress hung perfectly, hugging every curve and the train pooled elegantly behind me. My hair was had been curled into gently, ebony waves. They hadn't gone over the top with the make up either. My skin gave off a flawless glow as the light hit it, and my eyes highlighted by the eye shadow and mascara.
"What do you think my dear?", Devian asked.
" I look….it's… I really don't know what to say…", I stuttered.
"Then our work here is done.", Averia concluded. The three ushered me into a black car with tinted windows that was waiting outside. The drive was short. 15 minutes later the car stopped. When the door opened my father stood there, beaming. He gave me a gentle hug and whispered, "Cato couldn't have asked for a more beautiful bride." That had to have been the most fatherly, and nicest thing he has ever said. To me, that is. He offered his arm, like those gentlemen in the movies, for me to take. The two of us walked through the trees, at the end the light of the meadow could be seen. The closer we got tiny figures of people could be seen and eventually Cato himself. We stopped at the edge of the tree line. Cameramen were in the distance recording everything as the music started to play. WE began our walk down the isle between the trees. It was exactly as Arabella descried it. A beautiful sunny day, with Cato waiting under an arch with a rainbow of colored flowers and ivory woven into it. Six rows of fancy white chairs with little flowers hanging from them. Everyone was smiling, but that was probably because they were on TV and wanted to look nice. Cato looked up at me and beamed. Instead of waiting for my father to bring me to him, he met us half way and escorted me the rest of the way there. People cheered after each of us said " I do" and after the preacher said those famous words, Cato closed the gap between us and gave one of the most gentlest kisses a man could give. The cheers and voices in the background seemed so distant.