Glass slippers, golden hair, breathtaking gown.

She looks the part of Cinderella, but she is far from it.

Because Annie Cresta is a princess, and this is not a masquerade. At least, that's what Finnick tells her, clutching her hand at two in the morning.

When the day comes, when she stands at the altar, her veil blocks her tears. He isn't here. He has to be late. He just has to be.

Because she did not get left at the altar by Finnick Odair and this cannot be happening.

"Sorry I'm late," he whispers a moment later.

For Lucy, because Odesta is lovely and so are cute misunderstandings and so are you. It all fits.