A/N: I know, I don't want Gale and Katniss together, but everything happens for a reason, so Gale will do something. This is what you get when I write during my lunch hour and health class. :p Here's chapter 11, my friends!

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"I like you," Gale says, not looking at me and keeps a close eye on his bland mush. "A lot."

My jaw drops and I do a spit take. "You like me?" I scream in a whisper, wiping my dripping chin, feeling like a fool in front of Gale.

"Well yeah, I mean, you're beautiful Katniss, and I want you to be my girlfriend," Gale says, nodding his head. "And I can protect you from the Capitol as well. So I guess you could say I'm two in one." he cocks a smile.

"I-I gotta go. I need to think, Gale. You threw this upon me at a hard time. I'm sorry," I say, before I run down the cafeteria and to the room where I'm supposed to get my makeover.

As I am farther away from Gale, I come to a slow pace down the hallway. I can finally think and breathe, and sort my thoughts. So Gale likes me. A lot. I have a crush on him. I think, or I thought. I am supposed to get married to Peeta. Not my choice. I am mad at Peeta. I am, or maybe I'm not. I keep feeling guilty for how I treat Peeta and feel that I'm being ridiculous, but maybe I should feel this way. Peeta's been apologizing and wants my forgiveness. Maybe I should stop being so stubborn and I should give him a second chance. Maybe I still love him...

I look up and realize that I am already at the prep room. I shake my head clear of my internal discussion and hesitantly open the door, and walk inside. There a team of three people who look like the crazy Capitol people-or maybe creatures depending on how the look-sit, waiting upon me.

A young man with orange corkscrew curls stands up quickly when he sees me. "Ms. Everdeen! You're late!" he says, in a pure Capitol born accent.

Immediately I put up my guard, and keep myself reserved.

"Um, yes, I'm quite sorry. I got lost on my way here," I say, acting nothing like myself.

"Oh that's no worry. But that means there will be less time to prepare for your wedding tonight," a plump little childish looking woman says to me.

"My wedding? Why, I haven't prepared anything yet! I thought that this trip to the Capitol was going to be much later on."

"Yes, that was what we were planning for, but Coin got word that some of the squads already sent in have confirmation of a set target and plan and they're ready to recruit you a.s.a.p.," a tall woman who seemed to be the leader of the trio said as she lead me over to a table. "Now we must fully makeover you so you don't look like yourself."

I lay down on the examining table after changing into a paper gown and then my prep team went to town. They rid me of all my hair on my body. I feel like a hairless rat! They they put this goop all over my body where there are burns from the train crash, which ended up being planned and then they start working on my off coloured hair.

As they're working, they explain to me who they are―orange corkscrews is Flavius, the childish woman is Octavia, and the leader of the trio is Venia―how they got to District Thirteen from the Capitol. It happens that my designer, Cinna whom I will be meeting at my fitting was a secret Rebel worker in the Capitol. When the Peacekeepers got a hold of me, he knew it was time to leave and came to D13 with my prep team so that they would be able to prepare me for when I was called by Plutarch. Once they tell me this, I no longer feel threatened by them.

Finally after the last nail on my finger is done in this clear coat of nail healing serum, they leave the room and I get up and look in the mirror at my new image. My hair looks longer than it ever did-I had recently cut it shorter and now they made it into a special intricate braid. My skin is an olive colour, and my burns from the crash are all gone―

"Why are you looking in the mirror?" a man with gold eyeliner says strictly.

I gasp and turn around, frightened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Hehe, that's okay, I'm just razzing you. But now you're not going to be surprised when you see yourself in the dress. I'm Cinna by the way. It's a pleasure to meet and work with you, Katniss," Cinna says, his voice becoming kind.

"Oh."

He chuckles to himself and leads me to a dress rack with a black suit bag hanging from it. He pulls it off and takes it to a dressing room. Cinna helps me put on the dress and then turns me around so that I can look in the mirror at my outfit ensemble.

My jaw drops for the second time. I look nothing like I have ever looked it my life. I actually look appealing and pretty. The dress I wear is my wedding dress. A strapless pure white with a pearl collar circling my neck and is attached to my veil at the back of my tiara. It has a tight-fitting bodice and a small train. What tops it off is the design on the skirt of the dress. A golden sewn Mockingjay. My other name.

"Wow Cinna, this dress is amazing! You're a very talented designer, thank you," I say, turning to Cinna who smiles warmly.

"You're very welcome Katniss. Now, it's time for your wedding," Cinna says and I start to move towards the door. "Now hold on. I just want to wish you congratulations and to wish you good luck with your mission in the Capitol and I hope everything goes well when you're getting your parents out of Snow's grasp. I'm betting on you, Girl on Fire."

"Aww thanks Cinna, but why girl on fire?" I ask, hugging Cinna.

Just as Cinna is about to explain why, Prim comes running in, wearing a pearly pink coloured dress. "Katniss, it's time," she grasps my hand and pulls me out of the room. Just as Cinna comes out of view, I just catch a glimpse of him lifting three fingers of his left hand to his lips and then raising them in the air.

The music slowly starts to play as the doors open to the currently transformed cafeteria/wedding hall. I walk slowly by myself down towards the alter where Peeta stands. And boy, does he look HOT and handsome. My mixed feelings towards Peeta disappear when I see him smiling at me. Now that's the Peeta I miss from when I stayed at his house all those months. But the reality hit when I realize that this was all way too fast. But do I have a say in this? Nope.

I stop at the alter in front of the minister and place my hand it Peeta's soft one and Peeta twirls me around. My gown softly begins to burn and has a sunset coloured glow.

Everyone gasps including me. Now I know why Cinna called me that.

"I'm sorry," Peeta mouths to me, mesmerized by my dress.

I nod my head.

The minister begins introducing everyone in the congregation to us and gives a few insight words about love. Maybe Peeta should take his advice about promising not to hurt the girl he loves. Then we begin our vows. Peeta starts.

"I Peeta Mellark, take Katniss Everdeen to be my lawfully wedded wife. Through sickness and through health, through hardships and happiness, to always be by her side through every single accomplishment or tragic event and to love her with all my heart till the day I breathe my very last breath on this earth," Peeta says, emotion and apology dripping in his every word that everyone including me listens to catch his speech.

Then it's my turn. "I Katniss Everdeen, take Peeta Mell―" I am cut off by a man's voice in the back of the hall.

"I object!" Gale shouts loudly.

I gasp, not expecting this, and freeze. Peeta stands there confused and still unsure of what just happened.

Then without realizing what was going on, the Rebel leader committee comes out in full out uniforms, and leads Peeta and I out of the hall and down a long corridor. We're led to to separate rooms and are being forced to change out of our wedding attire and into our war uniforms.

"What's going on?" I ask as I board the hovercraft right behind Peeta.

"We are needed to claim the Capitol now before it gets too late; the Capitol knows somethings up and they're going to change entrances and our crew there needs backup," Boggs says to me.

"So what was the wedding for? And is it still legal even though we didn't finish?"

"It was just to show some stability, Girl on Fire, and I dunno...it might be, it might not. Sugar cube?" a very fit and flirting cocky young man answers.

"Um..."

"The name's Finnick Odair. I'm on your squad. Hey, what's that in your pocket?" Finnick says, pointing to a pocket on my Mockingjay suit.

I look to my side and sure enough there's a letter there. I pull it out and sit down, opening it.

A/N: This took me a while, but I wanted to get the story to a proper point so the next chapter can work with what I have planned. Review!