A lovely accident it was, I thought, changing my clothes in my train compartment. I looked out the window just in time to see Cinna get on the train. He must have been the last person, because the train took off shortly afterwards.
"Can I come in?" I jumped at Portia's voice.
"Sure," I said, plastering a smile on my face.
"Go on, spill it, Effie," Portia whispered excitedly as soon as the door was shut. I blinked. How did she know? I looked at her confused.
"What do you mean?" I asked and hoped she didn't know.
"Come on, Effie. Where were you, last night? I had to ask you something last night and you weren't in your room," Portia smiled and I groaned inwardly.
"I-I was asleep," I stuttered. My eyes widened when Portia shook her head.
"When you didn't answer my knocks, I opened your door and you weren't in bed," she grinned triumphantly.
"Haymitch's," I muttered and turned my head to hide the blush that was creeping across my cheeks.
"I knew it!" The darker skinned woman squealed loudly.
"Nonono! Hush!" I tried to quiet the excited woman, but she flounced out of my reach.
"I won't tell anyone, not even Cinna," she promised, but I could tell by the look on her face that Cinna and at least one other person would find out.
"You better not, Portia," I glared at her, giving her a warning and suddenly all of the playfulness left her face.
"I promise, Effie," she said, wearing a poker face as she walked out the door.