Im so sorry I haven't updated- Yes Im a horrible person! It's been MONTHS! I HATE MYSELF! But never fear- the update is here (corny, I know!) I need inspiration... This is probably a sucky chapter, but I actually want to get somewhere!

Katniss:

I have a major head ache. Well, I guess it's my own fault... No wait its Peeta's fault. He's the one who asked me to marry him. Wait, let me back track... For the past days my mother, Peeta and I have been perfecting every, little detail of the wedding. We sent out these gorgeous invitations, and Peeta had even hand painted intricate little design onto each envelope. Everyone we- I mean I- wanted to invite has been invited. The wedding is going to be held in a month, which is good, since we put so much effort into it.

This wedding sounds perfect, right? Wrong. President Snows spies- wait I mean his most trusted 'representatives' (anything, or anyone representing Snow is vile), have to be present. President Snow is not coming because he's scared of an assassination, although he claims to be busy with other matters. I'd rather have his spies, I mean representatives, than him any day. And we also need to have all the Capitol paparazzi there, filming the whole celebration live, plus we have to do interviews afterward regarding all the preparation and the aftermath of the 'wedding of the century' as the Capitol citizens call it. Back to the point, for the past few nights I have been staying up so late doing preparations, which is why I have such a bad head ache.

Im snapped out of my daydream when I hear a knocking at the door. I open it and sigh when I see Peeta standing there. Okay, I know it sounds mean, but everyone is seriously getting on my nerves because of this wedding, including patient, wonderful Peeta. Honestly, I don't know how couples stay together after all this drama.

"Hi" I say to Peeta and then I walk back inside, knowing perfectly well Peeta will close the door behind him. I sit down in the living room chair and message my temples.

"Why so down?" Peeta says, concerned and sits down next to me. He puts his arm around me comfortingly.

"Ugh, Horrible headache. Worst ever!" I reply.

"Is there anything I can do to help, water? Food?" He asks.

"No, I'm okay. So why did you come here?" I ask, trying to get away from the topic. I loathe people feeling sorry, or worrying over me.

"I wanted to see you. Since the plans for the wedding are all finished I thought we could hang out, but you know, if you're too sick I understand." He says.

I really do want some company, so I say, "No, Please stay." I offer Peeta a weak smile.

He hesitates and then says, "Well if you really think you're fine..." I lean forward and silence Peeta with a kiss on the lips.

"I am fine." I assure him. He kisses me on my temple.

"I believe you"

By the next day, my head ache is gone completely. Yesterday after Peeta left, I received my wedding dress. I really should try it on... I guess Im trying to put it off. I had an excuse yesterday. Now I don't.

I slowly drag my unwilling feet up the stairs, and open my wardrobe. A dress is hanging in there covered a plastic sheet. I yank the plastic off and dump the dress on my bed. It's actually very pretty-just probably not on me. I pull the dress on, and zip it up. Boy, is it heavy! It must weigh, like fifteen kilos or something. I reluctantly look in the full length mirror. Cinna's creation has amazed me once again.

Hanging from my body is a masterpiece, it's a full length gown made of heavy ivory silk. It has pearls sewn on, in lovely patterns. The top part is in silky ripples that hug my curves perfectly, the skirt part flows around my legs. My shoulders are bare, but skin tight lace sleeves with pearls sewn on, cover my arms. I think this dress is designed to make me pretty. Oh Cinna... I don't want to be desirable. I want people to see me for what I really am. Well, actually (being selfish) I don't. I love how Peeta gazes at me, like I'm the most wonderful, important thing in the world, full of love. And Im just mean back.

I strip out of the dress quickly, eager to get back into my usual attire. I slip into some trousers and a blue tunic, which matches my ring quite nicely. The dress matches my ring too. I sigh. I haven't told anyone but I really want the wedding to hurry up and come, but at the same time I want to stay like this forever, a bachelorette. I think I am slightly more tipped to the side of 'I want to hurry up and marry Peeta already'. But then the issue of kids will arise. And I don't want to risk having any. Yup, Im very selfish...

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