Katniss was wringing her hands and biting her lip, waiting in her room, a white dress hanging beautifully on her body. It was beautiful, and created by Cinna before his death – apparently, he always had faith.

It was a sweetheart cut, the skirt not too full, but it still flowed. The corset top of the gown had white sequin embroidery, the skirt covered with a thin layer of tulle which was sparsely decorated with barely-there flowers. It was absolutely stunning.

She sat there and stared at it, biting her lip nervously. No doubt, she was ready for this step with Peeta; they were in love – a word she thought she'd never use – and she did not want anything more than this. She then turned away to look in the mirror. Her prep team had insisted on doing her makeup and hair once again, though this time she made sure they played by her rules. She didn't want to look like a Capitol look-a-like on her wedding day. This was her and Peeta, as themselves. No more faking.

She had a light smoky eye, bringing out her gray eyes, with minimal mascara and a salmon colored lip gloss. They had stayed away from foundation, her cheeks already naturally blushed from hours in the sun. Her hair was twisted into the elegant braid of the reaping, though her mother was the one to do this, but with small flowered pins swirled into the braids. A small diamond headband was added to complete the ensemble.

She wondered what her life would have been like if the reaping never happened. She doubted she would be here with Peeta; merchant and seam did not clash. It was out of the question, especially with his mother and the way she was. She still wondered if he would have ever gotten the nerve to talk to her.

Prim would still be here. Would she have found love? Gale loved her, and perhaps she would have married him, though it wouldn't be like this. They had grown apart, and she could see that happening without the rebellion at some point or another.

Peeta had always been good for her, she just wished she had seen it earlier. She had put him through emotional hell with her fickle choices, denying that feeling that had overcame her so many times with him since the 74th hunger games. Now, she couldn't imagine life without him. She startled out of her thoughts when there was a knock on the door.

Haymitch opened it with a smirk, holding out an arm. "Ready to get married, sweetheart?"

Everlark wedding! I've always pictured Haymitch being the one to walk her down the aisle.

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