Cinna:

I pull myself up from the chair staring out at the Capitol morning. The sun was rising in the east and slowly lights up the world. Everything was silent and nobody in the house was making a peep. There was so much on my mind today, mostly things about the rest of my life with Ella and my son. Today was the dawn of a new stepping-stone of my life. Today I would finally settle down and focus on my real values in life.

"Cinna? Are you going to get your suit and head down to the marriage hall?" Mazda was behind me, surprisingly up this early in the morning. He just looks at me with a stern gaze, he was not kidding around today.

"Yes, Mazda, my suit is ready in its garment bag. The wedding does not even start until nine; it is six in the morning. May I please watch this beautiful sunrise? It is truly inspiration for my next outfit that I make," I reply to him, still paying attention to what is outside the window, "it is just so symbolic, and I need to know the reason why."

Mazda lays his hand on my shoulder, making me turn my gaze over to his dark green eyes without contacts, "hey, I tell you this now, you are doing the right thing. Stop second-guessing yourself; she is a beautiful young woman that is the mother to your child. You should be ecstatic that you are marrying her."

"I am Mazda, I am. I just want to see her face before we leave," I whisper to him, he just nods head and steps out of the way. I make my way through out small apartment and into our room, where Ella is getting her beauty sleep (like she needed it.) I just kiss her on the cheek before grabbing my garment bag out of the closet and heading towards the living room. Mazda was sitting on the couch and was halfway asleep, "Cinna, may we get some coffee?"

I nod my head, "I was just about to ask that myself. Lets get going before the morning rush comes in." Mazda gets up, throws his suit around his shoulder and holds it just above his shoulder. I do the same thing; grab one set of the apartment keys before exiting into the hallway and close the door behind me. We make our way through the small hall and hit the button for the elevator and we wait quietly.

When the elevator arrives on our floor we step and wait. I peer down at feet the whole ride to the lobby; luckily nobody else joined us through the whole entire ride. Mazda and me were the only people in the lobby, which was unusual, because this building usually has tons of early birds. I follow my friend through the lobby and into the outside. The fresh air felt great, being stuffed in a packed club for most of the night. I slowly make my way to the coffee shop about a block away and enter along with Mazda.

"I want a vanilla almond latte, with cream," I peer down at the sweets next to me, "and a banana nut muffin." Mazda places his order and we stretch out on one of the couches laid out in the room. A waitress hands us our food and drinks. I just sip at my drink and pick at my muffin. There was so much on my mind right now, and I was nervous because of it.

"Cinna, what is on your mind?" Mazda asks, taking a swig of his coffee and laying it down on the table.

"Just a lot of things. I am thinking about how I am going to support Ella and me. I applied for that stylist position; however, I never got a call back," I just lay my coffee on the table and cover my face with my hands.

"Yeah, like your daddy's money cannot support you," Mazda rolls his eyes, "he still support you? Right? You do know he does not do that to your sister and I? That is why you are so worried, since you had been living with him for so long you do not know how to support yourself? Seriously Cinna, seriously?"

My blood was boiling now, he had to pull out that card, "Dad is still debating if he wants to add me to the line. That is why he has been supporting me for the longest of time. Now it is my time to pick out my life choices and I want to be a stylist. I am on the list, and if somebody quits I have a chance to become one. Anyways, I have no need to worry; I do not have these Capitol problems like you. My soon to be wife is a victor, we both will have enough money, and now if you excuse me I am going to my wedding. It is in another hour and half and Ella should be there by now and the guest."

I get up from the couch, forgetting my garbage, and head straight to the front door. I walk out into the chilly March air. I pull my suit closer to my body and make my way towards the marriage hall where everybody was. Mazda was trying to catch up, but I increased my speed. Once I make it there, Cecelia and Velvet were talking to each other in the main lobby. "Hello you two," I put on my best smile.

The two of them turn to me, Velvet smiles, "hello to you as well Cinna, how has your morning been so far?"

"Great for the most part, just had a little argument with my brother-in-law slash friend. For the most part, it has been good," I reply, turning towards the door and Mazda entering.

"Dammit, Cinna! Why did you leave me?" he shouted out me, waving his fist in the air angrily.

"Cause, that is what my daddy told me too," I make a sarcastic remark. I roll my eyes, give the seating arrangement to Cecelia and head over to the changing rooms. The first one was closed because of Ella and her girl friends getting ready for the party. I enter the one across the hall and turn on the light. It was a small changing room, no bigger than a small living room. It was perfect for me and I hang my garment bag on the back of the door. I turn towards the mirror and check my hair and eyeliner; everything was in check. I strip off my clothes and pull on my black suit and work to put on the navy tie that my father wanted me to wear. One more check and I hang up the outfit that I came in the garment bag and take it with me.

Walking through the hall, I find it eerily quiet and decide to tap my shoes on the tiled floor. I could hear the extremely faint talk from the lobby of people. When I walk around the corner and into the lobby I find everybody standing around. Cecelia had Elie in her arms, the baby stroller right next to her. She was looking down at the baby and bouncing him in her arms. I walk over to her, she looks up and smiles, "I love your child, and he is so precious. I am so happy that he is here on Earth."

I give her a boyish smile back, "yeah, I love him so much. I want to be able to watch in grow up and hopefully get married."

"I am sure you will be able Cinna," she looks back down at the baby and lays him in the stroller, "I guess Velvet and me should head and find out seats. See you later Cinna." She pushes the stroller, grabbing onto Velvet, and enters the main area. There are no other guests that come in; it was just going to be my family and Ella's family. I walk in behind Velvet and walk through the center and onto the stage.

Everybody waits for the wedding to start quietly and the time flies by quickly. I could hear the wedding march in the background, the sound was peaceful to me and it calms my nerves. There is a brief silence before Ella walks in. She is beautiful; Carrion has his arm around hers. I could not help myself from smiling, seeing how beautiful was right now was overwhelming. When she gets closer, I notice the grin that was on her face. When she steps up with me, I grab onto her hand and turn towards the justice.

I ignore of the procession, until I am asked one question, "do you take Ella Hawthorne to be you lovely wedded wife."

I look her in the eye and smile, "I do." Ella has the same answer and we are officially married. There is a long passionate kiss on the lips, before we step off the stage. Everybody in the room was clapping when we exit into the lobby and head straight for the black car outside waiting to take us to our reception. I help Ella in and close the door behind her and get in the car on the other side of the car.

Ella lays her head on my shoulder and I lean my hand on top of her head. She wraps her fingers around mine, and whispers, "Together?"

I smile and kiss her on the head, "together. Forever." We stay quiet for the rest of the time, trying to settle that we are husband and wife now. The car stop and the avox opens the door for Ella and me. "Thank you, my dear," I whisper to the avox before waving goodbye. He bows his head and closes the door and walks behind the car and drives away. My wife is already heading inside, and I follow behind. She finds a table and sits down; I take a seat next to her and watch the small group that followed us from the wedding. Our parents sit at the same table as us, along with Cecelia with our son. I notice that he is awake and tries to identify his surroundings.

"So, I guess you are our daughter now?" my father pulls Ella closer to him.

"Yes, I guess I am, dad," Ella smiles, loosing herself from my father's grip.

"Cinna? I heard the news that you applied to be a stylist," Velvet mentions, "what district did you ask for?"

"Twelve, I always think that they deserve better than they do," I reply, "so, yeah, lets get off of this topic. How is everybody's day going so far?" All I get is 'fine.' My father looks at me with a serious look; he was not supposed to find out that I applied for that position. The rest of the small breakfast we have is quiet, with a few conversations at the table here and there. My father insists that we open our wedding presents, and he picks out two and lays one in front of Ella and one in front of me.

"Who is yours from?" Ella asks, looking at the tag of hers.

"My father, yours?" I ask already untying the ribbon.

"President Snow and Seneca, and it is just for me," she whispers quickly unwrapping the present, and takes out a letter and starts to read it out loud, "You know that you cannot defy the Capitol. Hope this wedding was worth it. With love from President Snow and Seneca." What happens next is horrifying, she lifts out a picture of her friend's family with her friend circled, and a white rose with blood on it. Ella screams, dropping the flower back into the box and causing Elie to cry. Cecelia started to calm him down and I tried to calm Ella. Everybody in the room is staring at us now.

"I shall get my revenge on Snow, one day," she knocks the box onto the ground and starts crying, leaning her head on the table. I peer up at Velvet and he looks towards the door, knowing he had to do something. I knew that I had to do something.