Oh my gosh. So how'd y'all like the Gale chapter? I hope you did because it was super hard to write so I used that as an advantage, I put a sminch of humor in there. And here's me having another hard time, there's just so much ideas running into place but it sometimes crashes like this; BOOOM. IT SUCKS, IT SUCKS, TAKE IT OFF. But I had a fun time writing. I need to restore my imagination tank (credits to Patrick the Star.) Anyways, happy reading!

KATNISS POV

"Tomorrow's gonna be a big, big, big DAY!" Effie screams.

As Effie taps me on the shoulder saying the exact same words 4 years ago, I try to maintain composure. Don't snap. Don't snap.

I see Peeta, dragging himself. Wait. What?. Peeta? Dragging himself? Impossible. I think to myself. I slip out the word 'wedding' then his head snaps up, he straightens his back and asks enthusiastically, "Effie! Nice to see you! So, how are we going to start the day?"

I give out a giggle. "Well, that was a change of mood, ain't that right Peeta?" I say. He sticks out his tongue in response.

"Actually, your wedding will be held next week, along the shore of the beach which I like to call "Pearl Beach" at district 4, agree?" Effie says.

Peeta and I look at each other with the grin in our faces. We look back to Effie and we both nod.

Then, there was running footsteps coming from outside, Oh no.

The door barges Flavius, Venia and of course, came Octavia shedding tears again. "Katniss! Peeta!" Octavia cries.

She gives us a bear hug I look at Effie and mouth the word 'help'. "Oh, uhm, Octavia that would be fine." Effie says.

"Oh right." Octavia says between sniffs.

Peeta's signaled to go to the bathroom next door to be 'polished'. He pecks my cheek goodbye and was assisted out of the room with his prep team.

"Oh Katniss dear, it's time for me to go to Haymitch's house, goodbye! See you later!" Effie says.

"Bye..." I say bluntly.

We start with them shaving me, up from the rusty parts of my eyebrows (which I like to call 'deal with it') down to my legs. I look at the mirror and as usual. I'm red, red as Haymitch's face when he's drunk.

They fill the tub with some kind of solution that stops hair growth on the body for a month or 2. I crinkle my nose at the smell, it smells like banana flavored medicine...and maybe a pinch of papaya there also.

I go drench myself in the solution. After 5 seconds, it stings! Stings like hell! I make my face look sour. " How does it feel, dear?" Flavius asks.

I look at him bitterly with my sour face, "How do I- What is this devil spawned which you call a solution?!" I snap.

"Sorry dear, but beauty takes some pain." he says while grabbing a towel and handing it to me.

As I get out of the tub Venia pat dries me and leaves. They said the would be back at 30 mins. but, I have to rinse it off after 5 minutes from now. Me. The shower. It's right next to me. "Beauty takes pain.." I copy Flavius's tone. "But I'm not asking for it..." I whisper to myself.

Suddenly an alarm clock goes off, I go shut it off in pain. There was a not attached at it saying; Rinse Now.

I run to the shower, ignoring the pain that's tingling in every inch of me. I open the shower and I just drown myself in it. I sigh in pleasure as the pain goes away and the warmness takes over.

After what seems like forever, I get out of the shower, I grab a robe and wait for 20 more minutes.

Getting bored, I go into 'our' room, look for my ring and stare at it. A few minutes later, Peeta goes in with a grin on his face "Hiding too?" he asks. I smile and give him a nod then space out. Peeta gives out an awkward cough, I look and he opens his arms out for me. Without hesitation, I run into it resting my head on his chest. "Is there something wrong?" Peeta asks.

I don't answer.

He lets out a sigh, "Are you scared too?" he asks in a deep serious tone.

"What?" My eyes widen in disbelief and I look into his blue eyes.

"Are you scared too? Like, who knows what might happen after the wedding." Peeta says. "I mean think about it, would...it ever be the same?"

"Of course, it will." I say. "Actually, I don't know. I never really thought about it."

"Let's not think then." He says.

He grabs my chin and kisses me. I let him, he always takes my worries away. I wrap my arms around his neck to make sure every moment of this last.

We pull away breathless. That lightens my mood more, the taste of cinnamon runs right through me, from my skin to my bones.

We stare at each other for awhile both grinning till my prep team barges in. He pecks my cheek goodbye again and I follow my prep team with a huge stupid-looking grin on my face.

This is the time where they get serious. They've done my nails in top speed. My hair which the arranged it to a high bun with a few clumps of hair down and curled at the tips. My make-up with simple colors (A/N: I'm no good with make up hehe.)

Then I go to the room that me and Peeta shares. There are at least 15 wedding gowns. I look at them with my face that says 'I can't wear all of these.' to them

They told me to pick my favorite 5. We tried on all that I picked but I chose the first one I tried on, the top part which ends to my chest was lace with flower designs, the cloth was silk that aligns to the way of my breasts are then the skirt was sparkly but not the modern sparkly but it shines just right with a top layer of lace also.

Venia paired it with with of course, white 3-inch high heeled shoes. But, I might get away with it by wearing white converse instead. I thought to my self.

30 minutes of photo shoots and I lock myself in my room and change to a simple red shirt and shorts. After another 30 minutes I shout "Peeta! Are they gone yet?"

"Yes! No go out here and eat your breakfast!" Peeta says in response.

I go out and he prepared eggs and bacon, cheesy buns, waffles and hot chocolate. I run down stairs because it smells great.

We both sit down gobbling up the food because we haven't eaten breakfast for 3 hours and it's like ten o' clock.

Peeta excuses himself from the table to pick up a letter that was on the floor. "It's for you." Peeta says.

I get it and open the letter and start reading, once I got the bottom my eyes widely open in surprise. "Who is it from?" Peeta asks.

"It's from Gale."