Sometimes I was grateful I was pretty. Not like in a narcissistic way or anything really. But when you had three people looking at you and reconstructing your face I was lucky they didn't have much to critique.

I had been in the Remake Center and my prep team was having a field day with me. In all honesty, they seemed all to excited that they had me this year. Maybe because my name was already know around the capitol. Maybe because I was already pretty. But they were having too much fun and they called it "perfecting perfection," which made me try not to laugh in their faces who looked eager and innocent.

I had been lucky...maybe not lucky, enough to get a chorus of complements from them. Most of which, were directed to my aquamarine eyes. They looked like someones eyes that belonged in District 4 not 1. Then hygiene compliments, and marvel at how soft my skin was. And my complexion. And even my smile. It was just weird, because they were standing there and telling me how great I was while they were fixing everything. I felt like they were saying: Your perfect...but let me just fix this. And this.

"Oh and her hair!" Flora exclaimed, talking a silver brush and brushing out my stands of gold. She was as rather tall women, with plum curly hair and matching set of violet eyes. But glossy gold lips were in a wide smile as she experimented with my hair. She was like a little girl playing with a porcelain doll. Really, I was there dress up doll. While she was doing that, Andson was finishing up rounding my nails, before moving to my toes giving them both a powder pink polish. Zalina was more focused though, plucking my light eyebrows to a perfect shape.

Once they had finished the details, they removed the white plus robe I had been wearing, and massaged a pale green lotion in my skin that tickled and felt super soft. Then I had stood, and they walked around me checking for any last necessary details to pluck. Like I said I was extremely lucky in District 1. I had been waxed before, and I didn't have much hair. But I knew that some of the other tributes could've went through much worse.

"Marvelous!" Andson had exclaimed once we were finished. And I had politely thanked them for "perfecting perfection" and told them how grateful I was for their help. One thing I learned, capitol people loved compliments. They told me they were excited to see me and Brendon for the parade, and then left with silly grins on their faces.

I patiently waited, looking my my re-robed body in the mirror. Flora seemed to just curl my hair down, with specks of light glitter in it. Actually it looked as if my whole body was glittering, every time I moved the light would reflect another thing making me look like I was sparkling.

My stylist came in. I turned around to look at him in marvel. Adonis, he was a tall man. His hair was a gold color that reminded me of Leather, but his looked dyed and not natural. But yet it looked perfect on him, and complimented his olive green eyes. He was dressed in an elaborate blue shirt and some tight looking pants. Even though he was dressed in silly capitol attire, he looked young. No way he could've been any older then 28, and looked like he worked out. I blushed as he came in, not that I had a crush on my stylist or anything but he was just good looking thats all.

"Laci Kingsly!" He said excitedly clapping his hand as he came over to me, taking my hand and kissing it. "I am Adonis, your stylist this year."He talked in the same silly accent the other capitol citizens did, but I don't think he knew how ridiculous it sounded. I obviously recognized him he was styling last year, and he probably knew me from my brother and father.

I smiled back at him, as he circled me checking the prep teams work. After he seemed satisfied enough with what he saw, he clapped his hands together. Then he lead to through the doors to a sitting room. The room had a beautiful view of the city. I sit across from him and he sits on the other couch, pressing a button for our lunch.

We sat on the push couches, overlooking the the city as we enjoyed the grilled chicken, that had decorative flowers for embellishment. I had had something like it before, but my dad was no chef and our food never looked this pretty. That was the thing, even the capitol's food had to look pretty. I felt like the capitol was just a decorative candle. It was beautiful and looked good, but that was all it was good for. Light it up and it would burn.

Finally Adonis had brought up the topic of what I was to wear to the Opening Ceremony. Something to represent our District. District 1 was one of the easier ones, because we made luxury items. So anything that sparkled, had gems, or was eye catching would fit our costume. We were always one of the favorites to the capitol.

Hours later I was dressed in a beautiful pink gown. The top was a sweetheart neck, light pink and full, full of gems. Then iridescent gems met with the empire waist. There was a silk light pink sash rapped around and a bow in the front. The bottom of the dress was a high low skirt, that had a shinny pink curly strands water falling down to my feet. He paired it with shimmery pink stiletto heels. My hair was still curled and sparkling and my makeup stayed light and shimmery. I looked like a goddess.

I stood in our silver chariot, that was being pulled by snowy white horses. I looked over to Brendon, who looked more then handsome in his glittering suit decked out in gems. I looked to him, and we both stayed silent. I took slow silent breaths in an attempt to mellow out the nerves. Then I felt movement under my feet and I realized we were moving.

I shot Brendon a panicked look right before we were about to come out. The opening music was beginning being blasted throughout the capitol and was stinging my ears. Brendon mouthed, "I love you" and with that my heart calmed. Then hardened, because he reminded me of my plan. But right now I had no time to dwell on it, because we were facing the capitol.

We were both glowing, holding hands together and and wavying to everyone. They seemed entranced by our beauty, the crowd going wild. Brendon and I both played it up smiling and winking at lucky citizens. Brendon even signaled for some of them to call him, though his phone long at home. "They love us," I leaned in to him whispering in his ear.

Brendon turned to face we with a wild smile, "They love you, I love you," he said grabbing me and pulling me close for a kiss. Adding a dip for the effect. The capitol? They went wild, like insane. I don't know what it was about our romance but they were obsessed. So I kissed him deeper for effect, hearing the capitol begin to cheer at the entrance of Distrtict 2.

I looked up at the screen and I saw him. The boy, Cato's boy. He was breathtakingly handsome dressed in the more then obvious gladiator outfits they usually wore. But this year they wernt the silly bronze and gold, they were stone gray. Him and his partner stood still, with determined looks on their faces. It was almost as if they were statues of some god or something, and if you watched closely, then would make slight movements. Sometimes a wink, or a turn of the head. But they looked strong, determined, charming.

Once we were in the city circle I had stood holding hands with Brendon soaking up the moment of beauty. Then all 12 chariots had arrived and the horses had pulled up right in front of the president's mansion. President Slate began his yearly speech, adding in the importance of being quell this year. And how spectacular it was that we had reached the 100th games. 100 victors.

I could see the camera cutting to faces, mostly Brendon, mine, Cato's kid, and the girl from 4. She was dressed like a mermaid and looked beautiful, I would say she even rivaled me. Considering her parents were Finnick and Annie she had to be gorgeous. By the end of the speech, the anthem played again before our chariots made their way into the Training Center. It cut to all of us tributes, holding on the select four of us longer then the rests. I figured we were crowd favorites.

Once we were inside in the saftey of privacy, Brendon embraced me into another hug. Cato's kid looked over at us, sending me a wink. I looked back at him with a smirk before turning back to my prep team. Other tribues looked around, also looking to the four of us who were obviously more memorable then them. I looked around, taking a deep breath but feeling tired. Because tomorrow was training, and that was when hell would start, and when I would have to start slowly avoiding Brendon. But I knew one thing, we still had tonight.