Tiara Christal

10th December 40AD

Picking between what shade of lipstick I should wear to the Snow Ball may seem like an incredibly insignificant choice, but it means everything to me. Whenever I step out of my house, I have to look perfect, as I'm not about to let people see my bad features and blemishes and acne. Especially on one of the most important nights of my life. And of course, if I pick a terrible shade, my entire outfit will be ruined...I don't want to be a laughing stock…

My hand shakes as I pick up a bright minty green lipstick, which compliments my pale blue skin. I really wish I could have planned my outfit before this, but of course the host Alisa had to bring the ball a week earlier for whatever reason. And I only found out today! I'm so glad my friends decided to notify me of this.

I could have picked a beautiful, flowing gown which would floor the other guest's expectations, but instead I'm going in a tube dress the similar shade of my lipstick. I've already worn most of my expensive items of clothing and I'm not able to rewear it in public. They'll all think I am a tramp. And I really don't want my reputation to tank.

But is this tube dress too simple? Will it wow the others? They're not going to think it's too...unflattering? Then they'll think I'm boring. Or not fashionably wise or aware or whatever they call it. I don't want them to have a negative impression on me. And the more negative impressions I get, the more likely I'll fall down the social ladder.

No, Tiara, you look incredible. You're a sexy bombshell who's going to blow the other party guests away. They won't even see it coming. And all of a sudden, I feel like laughing, as I gawk at myself in the mirror. A little higher. Not as nasally. Make it seem more smooth and natural.

I repeat this laugh for a couple of minutes, as I put a snowflake brooch on, particles of this snow-like substance in my silvery blonde flowing hair and apply stick on gems in the shape of snowflakes up my arms and legs. I need to fit the theme somehow, right? I look like a goddess.

"Tiara, you really need to hurry up!" My boyfriend, King, knocks on the door a couple of times. Aww, he's so punctual and proper! He really wants to make a good impression too! How sweet!

"One sec!" I readjust the little tiara I'm wearing (which makes me giggle), before getting one final look at my body. I...I definitely look amazing! They can't have any reason to judge me, right?

I quickly step out of the bathroom, showing myself to him. He's really gone to the max with his outfit. He's also wearing a mint green suit (we have to match!), but it's covered with Kronia tree decorations. There's baubles of red, gold, green, well clipped bows, snowflakes, cherubs...his perfect blonde hair is also covered in dashes of snow. As I hug him, I realise that I'm not wearing my bauble earrings! So I quickly pull them out of my purse and put them in.

"You look stunning...like a sexy, snow nymph." King whispers into my ear. I replicate that perfect laugh. It's a lot easier when I definitely know I look good.

"And you look like you had an accident in the Kronia tree factory!" I giggle, lightly pushing his baubles.

"Hey, I didn't insult you, so don't insult me!" He blushes slightly, before shaking his body, causing the baubles to shake around and hit each other. I giggle even louder.

We hold hands as we walk to the chauffeur outside. I show a sunny smile the entire way, in case King gets any wrong impressions of me being unhappy and not excited to go to this ball. It's sort of hard walking in these heels though...but I'm growing more and more experienced as I go to more parties. It's just that I hate the clicking noise it makes, but that's not enough for me to stop smiling!


Artificial snow lightly falls down and meets with the well trimmed grass of her garden. This garden seems more like an entire meadow to me! I know I live in a ginormous mansion, but it'd only take up like half of this field. And every inch of it is decorated in a rainbow of different flowers. Asters, orchids, carnations, magnolias...beautiful, but they must be fake, plastic flowers. For some reason that makes me feel a bit sad and disappointed. It feels less impressive when it isn't as real.

King sticks out his tongue to catch some of the snow falling, so I copy him. We both laugh as it touches our noses. He crosses his eyes to see it, which makes me giggle once more, though I'm not sure if it's fake or real this time. It is a really silly face.

"This looks like a perfect photo opportunity." King smiles, as he stares at the footprints he is leaving behind.

"If only the cameras were on us." I show a dreamy smile. He pulls me closer into a kiss. It's like something out of a romantic film! On a cold winter's night, the only warmth we can get is from each other's touch, and the only company we have is the stars, watching down on us.

But a snowball hitting my head breaks me out of this movie moment. King suddenly draws back, as he turns around to see some of his friends, cheering and hollering at him.

"Get back to the party, Romeo!" One of them shouts. Romeo? That must mean I'm his Juliet. So, we're like star crossed lovers? They think we're the perfect couple? We must have good chemistry and look cute then! We're practically made for each other!

He gives me a quick kiss, before scurrying over to some of his friends. I never really learnt their names, as King doesn't want me speaking to them much. I'm sure he gets jealous, like most boys would do in a relationship!

I wobble over from behind the trees too, back to where a majority of the other guests are. There's hundreds of people here! I don't know most of them, but I have no problem with speaking to new people and expanding my social circle! That's the thing I'm best at.

So I saunder over to one of the tables near the large fountain, spraying out a starry sort of water. Two girls, who I don't recognise...and they've all gone out, compared to my basic green tube dress. The closest girl is wearing a suit...made out of gingerbread? I think there's fabric somewhere there, as that'd snap easily, wouldn't it? The other one is wearing what looks like a wedding dress, that's the colours of the northern lights. Will they want to talk to me? Will they even want to be seen with me?

"Hi, hi! I don't know if you know me, but you might have heard of me...I'm Tiara Christal…" I approach them.

"Never heard of you, sorry." The gingerbread lady says, pushing a pair of shades up. She then sips from her wine glass. Just because you drink wine doesn't mean you're sophisticated.

"Well, this can be our introduction, right? We can turn the first page of our relationship together." I smile widely, clutching onto one of the empty wine glasses.

"Sure. I'm Gingeria. You see why I'm wearing this?" She laughs, pointing at the outfit that's already starting to crumble.

I laugh, though I know it's fake this time. Me laughing is like a form of flattery, right? Gingeria will like me more if she thinks I think she's funny. "At least it looks delicious. You have to send me the number of whoever made it."

The other girl finally speaks up, in a rather quiet volume. It's hard to hear her over the deafening music. "Yeah, send me it too. I'd rather be wearing the gingerbread outfit. I can't even move in this." She tries to twirl, but she fails. "Oh yeah, I'm Luciana, by the way…"

"It's great to meet you, Luciana! So what do you think of my outfit?" I decide, growing bored of speaking about them. I need to know what they think of my stunning outfit. And I would like to hear some compliments soon.

"It's fine. But is that all you can do for one of the biggest parties in all of the Capitol?" Gingeria drawls in her somewhat bored tone. She can mind her mouth actually. Doesn't she know the basics of like, socialising and common courtesy?

I pout. "Excuse me? This is fashion, unlike a...suit." I try to sound innocent and sweet.

"It's more creative than what you're wearing. I went all out." Gingeria points out, her voice is still somewhat monotone. Yeah, the fucking rats will go all out eating your suit by the end of the night. I sure hope your District 12 looking suit underneath is good enough for one of these parties, you scamp. Go back to the mines where you belong.

But I'd never say as cruel as that in front of her.

"W-well, if it makes you feel any better, I like your outfit." Luciana awkwardly giggles. She clearly hasn't practiced enough either.

Gingeria takes a large sip of her wine. "And if it makes you any happier, I really don't care what you think about my outfit."

Urgh, she's such an annoyance already, but I can't lash out at her at such a big event, can I? That would be a social suicide.


By the 10th table, I realise that I'm no longer laughing my fake laugh. I think sober me would rather die than show what the real one actually sounds like, but I don't really care at the moment. As long as I act how I normally act, I should be fine, right?

"I...I love your necklace. It looks so precious." I feel this woman's piece of jewellery, colder than any of the fake snow falling right now. It's a shame it's so warm this year. We haven't had a good snow year in like...a year?

She laughs with me. "I can't hear you, speak up!"

But as I'm about to repeat myself, I feel a tap on my shoulder. King, covered in an avalanche now, takes my hands. I place the glass down and follow after him, wondering where he's going to lead me…

"The dance floor is quite empty…" King's voice trails off, as he waves to the stone patio. There's a few lost, lonely dancers, but we're the only couple here. Oh, that means we'll be the centre of attention if we start dancing. Won't that be cute? Everybody will be watching us in the moment, as we show our true love…

I fall into his arms, ready, as he starts to pivot around. Our feet shuffle in synchrony, as I look down to make sure I don't step on his feet. But as we get into the groove, I look upwards instead, into his doe eyes. I have no worries about messing up or making a fool of myself, as I know as long as I'm with him, I won't ever have to feel embarrassed. He'll always be here for me, to comfort me and protect me. And I'll always do the same for him, for however long I live for.

"Everybody's watching us." He whispers the sweet words into my ear.

I turn my head slightly to see that a few tables have decided to watch us, clearly having nothing better to do. "Really?" I pretend as if I'm not overjoyed to know this. "I wouldn't have it any other way though."

Inside, I'm squealing at the fact so much positive light is being shone on us at the moment. This is the sort of thing I crave all the time.

"Wouldn't you like some...privacy though?" King smirks. Is he implying something?

"I'd love that." I smile, as we twirl around twice. "But I still want the entire world to know how much I love you."

I dive my head onto his shoulder, smelling his pricy cologne. It's so strong, it makes me want to cough a little, but I don't care. I'll push through it as I love King so much and this'll look so cute to anyone still watching. "Of course. I'll shout my love from every rooftop, until everybody's heard."

He's so cheesy. I give him a light tap, chuckling out loud. "What is this, some shitty romcom?" Now he's laughing out, roaring loudly, for everyone to hear. Was what I said even that funny?

We go back to silence, as more people filter onto the dance floor, clearly copying us. But I couldn't be happier to be with King, even if the patio was crowded with so many people we couldn't move. Every moment I spend with him is a moment I'm so much more happier.


Staring in the mirror, I frown a little. I only really frown when I'm at home, where nobody can see me. I wouldn't want to ruin the mood and my wrinkles start to show up when I'm clearly upset, which is so ugly.

But the most ugly of all, is this scar on my forehead. Eww, eww, eww. I can cover it up with makeup still, but it's never truly gone and these thoughts of me looking ugly will never leave. But at least nobody's seen it. King doesn't even know I have this scar on my head.

After a quick dab on concealer, I'm a lot happier to leave. I quickly slip into a lovely red dress, which I call the strawberry dress, as it comes with a cute green hat and it looks like a similar shade. It's tight, with no frills or draping parts. I turn around to make sure it's all ok, just to see a small hole in the back, showing skin!

Eww, these fucking district scum can't even do their jobs properly. This is such a simple task and they still fail somehow. Maybe if they worked hard and didn't constantly fuck up like this they'd deserve a life in the Capitol too.

I quickly slip out of it, finding another red dress that's similar enough. I walk out of my bedroom, down to the living room, where my parents are sitting. The avox is cooking some sort of fry up, which smells delicious. My mother seems to be doing her makeup in a hand mirror, while my father is reading some lengthy book. Everything seems very relaxing and peaceful down here. It's a nice contrast to the ball last night. I'd be a lot more relaxed too if my head wasn't in agony and I didn't feel so nauseous.

"Oh, you look extraordinary, darling!" Mum quickly looks away from her mirror, now I'm here.

"If only I looked this good, last night." I feel much more pleased with this outfit. Why did I have to wear it to King's dad's birthday party last month?

Mum snaps the mirror. "Yeah, it's a shame you only found out last night. Oh, did you hear why she changed the date?"

She's always one for gossip. Mum can't help being such a nosy person and she really can't stop herself from spreading stuff. "No, why?"

"The host Alisa is applying for the...err...Saturn Games?" Mum whispers, as if anyone here is going to spread it any further.

Oh that makes sense actually. They take place over Kronia, don't they? If she does get in, she'll miss the ball and the rest of the celebrations, which I'm sure she'd hate more than anything.

"You know, applications don't shut until tomorrow." Dad emphasises on the wild tomorrow. He flicks through a few pages.

"Do you think I should apply?"

Mum stands up, walking closer to me, as she puts a hand on my back. "Well, you're always going on about how much you want to be famous…"

I guess they do make you famous, right? I've never watched them, I always thought it was a waste of time. At least with the Hunger Games it's the Districts in it and everybody watches it, so I don't miss out on anything. But maybe it'll be a good investment to go on it.

"I do. I have what it takes to be famous." I point out.

Dad slams the book shut. "And it's one of the easiest ways to make you famous, for somebody your age, darling."

"I'll definitely apply then! I just have to do some like, research, first, right?" I decide. I mean, I haven't heard any reasons not to apply yet. I can easily get in. I'm charming, beautiful, entertaining...what more could you need in some reality tv show like that? I can cause drama if needed, or have some showmance, or be the main character! I'd fit in every role so well...and I'd get the fame and attention I want so much! I'll definitely apply then.


I finished this chapter around half a year ago and I am already cringing at this, lol. Also, Merry Christmas everybody!