And it's time for the tribute parade!
I always love hearing about the costumes, so I hope you all likes these ones. The costume ideas for Marina Fischer (D4) and the tributes from D1 belong to Paradigm of Writing. Kera Grandover, our victor POV, belongs to Treble-Notes.
I hope you enjoy it!
~ Meghan
The Parade.
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"Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt."
- Juvenal, 1st cent. AD - 2nd cent. AD, Roman Empire
Kera Grandover, Victor of the 36th Hunger Games
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City Circle
Kera pressed her forehead against the cool glass.
The din of chattering Capitolites filled the corridors of the Remake Center's lobby. Avoxes served drinks and trays of sweet-scented desserts to those citizens wealthy or influential enough to earn a spot in the lobby's plush sitting areas. No one noticed the young woman in the shadows of a hallway branching away, windows looking out over a Capitol full of dazzling lights. Tonight was a celebration for them.
Above them in the building, the tributes were having their final touches done on their chariot costumes. Juniper would be there too.
With a deep breath, Kera tried to steady her heartbeat. She needs this. If I don't say something... I have to.
Down the hall, a door opened. A dark-haired young man in purple robes appeared, tablet in one hand, and paused to press his palm against a lock screen next to the room. He didn't bother to glance in her direction. His eyebrows were scrunched in concentration. Of course, it might've been a national occasion, but tonight was important for the Gamemakers. First impressions mattered, and Snow wouldn't be happy if something went wrong - it was a responsibility that would be laid on the Gamemakers heads.
Kera smoothed her gold gown before striding towards the man.
He looked up at the sound of her high-heels clicking on the marble floor. "Oh, Miss Grandover. I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
"Enjoying the night, Catullus?" she asked sweetly, grinning.
"Busy as always," he said with a tight smile, turning to leave.
Kera deftly stepped in front of him, steeling her nerves. "Actually, I was hoping to ask you something."
Catullus gave her a quizzical look. "Oh, um... You might ask Head Gamemaker Bellum-"
"For you," Kera said.
"Uh... sure... what can I help with?" A flicker of hesitation flashed across his face.
"I'm sure you're familiar with all the tributes this year. Mine is named Juniper Argus."
"...yes. I'm aware."
"She's struggled with her eyesight all of her life. She's legally blind, I'd say, but things in District Eleven can be difficult. She doesn't have glasses to speak of. Something with that strong of a prescription is hard to come by in the districts unless you have significant financial means."
"Um. Alright," Catullus said. He quirked an eyebrow. "What was your question, Miss Grandover?"
Kera paused for a moment, gathering the courage. She stood up straighter. "I need some glasses for her. Strong enough. I can pay for them myself."
Catullus scowled for a moment. "Well, I'm sorry, but you know the rules. We cannot assist tributes with any disabilities or natural disadvantages beyond their allotted training days. If we helped your tribute, we'd have to help them all with this or that-"
"I think I misspoke," Kera said. "I wasn't asking. You will get her glasses, Catullus. Or contacts. I don't care. Something. And you are going to make sure I get it."
For a moment, they stared at one another, at an impasse. Kera knew what she was doing was dangerous. But she was a dangerous person. He hadn't been a Gamemaker yet when she won, but he would've watched her like the rest of Panem. He knew what she was capable of. And she knew that he was a Gamemaker, capable of his own kind of damage.
"And why would I break the rules just for you?" Catullus finally challenged.
Kera smiled. "I think you'll find the name Aelia Creed has some significance."
She watched as fear flashed through his eyes. And then it was back to the poker face so many of the Gamemakers had mastered. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"Care to test me? I think President Snow would be intrigued to hear all of Minerva Bellum's history. I think he'll be fascinated to know that the previous Head Gamemaker hadn't... left on accident. Might cause some problems if it were to get out."
Catullus was silent, his jaw working in anger, and he looked around for cameras in the hallway Kera knew weren't there. He gave her another scowl. "Fine. I'll have them sent to you in three days. I need time."
"I look forward to it," Kera said, voice dripping with honey. "Always so nice speaking to you. Tell Minerva I say hello." She sashayed away, adrenaline pumping until her hands shook, and waved to all the staring Capitolites in the lobby.
Husk, dressed up in an olive suit, glanced over from where he had been speaking with a couple. He nodded to them, and made his way over to Kera with his cane. While only in his late fifties, his leg injury from his Games had been severe. Back when Husk won, the victors weren't treated as the celebrities they were now. By the time the Capitol gave his leg attention, the injury was too set. But that didn't stop him from becoming a force to be reckoned with.
"Where have you been?" he asked in his smooth, deep voice that always reminded Kera of her own father.
"Making threats and taking names," she laughed.
Husk shook his head, but smiled. "I hope you weren't causing trouble. It's an important night, Kera."
She looped her arm through Husk's wordlessly and together they walked out of the building and towards the victor's box in the audience. As soon as they set foot outside, the Capitolites nearby took notice with a raucous of cheers and camera flashes. Up on the nearby screens, their arrival was broadcasted to everyone in City Circle - and probably everyone sitting in their homes watching. Kera's own parents would be watching now, from their home in the Victor's Village.
With a wave and a practiced smile, Kera greeted the nearby people as if she knew them. They gave delighted grins and excitedly pushed against the gates to get closer.
Back 6 years ago, Kera had thought that the excitement for her would die down. Surely the Capitol would get excited about their newest shiny victor the next year? But it never faded. If anything, she had gotten more attention since her Victory Tour. Now the Capitolites greeted her as if they were old friends, calling her by her first name, and wanting to be nearer.
She still didn't know how to feel about it.
Kera had always been the center of attention back home, even before her name got chosen from the reaping bowl when she was fifteen. She had friends everywhere and was always up for hanging out, spending hours after school or work playing games or talking endlessly. She just... loved people.
But the Capitol made it hard to love them.
She had tried, over the years, to find something good in the Capitolites she met. To find something good in the Capitol itself.
They had thrown her into arena and bet on her life. And they seemed excited for it to happen over and over again. She couldn't help her anger and the fury that burned through her veins whenever someone spoke about the Games like any other one of the television shows.
And yet, she still tried to hold out hope.
As they arrived at the victor's box, Kera noticed that they were the last to show up. The other twenty victors gathered were already chatting, dressed up for the occasion. As Muscida Selkirk from District 4 looked over, her face lit up as she met Kera's eyes. She stood up immediately. As the other victors noticed, they all stood, the sign of respect they always did for Husk. As the victor of the 2nd Hunger Games, he was the oldest living one among them, and the only one here who had endured the arena back when it was just the Capitol's stadium.
Kera had seen the footage before of Husk during those Games. He had been a tall, skinny eighteen-year-old, still wearing his reaping best, muddied and dirty from the trip to the Capitol. The Games had only last four hours.
For as much as she had hated her own icy arena, Kera couldn't help but think it was better than what her fellow mentor had endured.
But it earned him the respect of the other victor's. All of them.
The two mentors from District 1, Luster Ballantynn and Wallace Winston, ushered Husk to the seat he usually claimed at the front left of the box. They gave Kera nods, that she returned, and Husk smiled at her.
As the victor's sat down and Husk settled in his seat, Kera walked to the right side of the front row, to the other two victors she considered her closest friends among them all.
"Beetee, what's up?" she said, dropping into her seat unceremoniously.
The District 3 mentor gave her a gentle smile. "Good evening to you too."
Alder Cambium ran a hand through his brown hair. "I can't believe they got you to wear that, Kera. I thought your workout stuff was glued to you."
Kera laughed. Alder was the victor who had won the year after her. They had become quick friends, along with Beetee, when they all first served as mentors during the 40th Hunger Games. They had watched Wallace win his Games, and had watched their own tributes die over the week in the arena. Kera had sobbed for two days, and Alder had been the one who had sat with her at night, helping keep her sane. Beetee had been a quiet presence, steadfast and reassuring. Kera wasn't sure if she would've survived those forty-eight hours without them.
Now they were practically her brothers.
"Hey, Bee, you've got a birthday coming up," Kera said. "Turning twenty is a big deal. Anything you really want?"
Beetee fiddled with his red bowtie. "Well, I think I've got everything I need for now. I got a new processor and cooler the other week, so that's exciting."
Kera and Alder shared a look that told her he also had no clue what that meant. But she liked the way Beetee sounded happy about it. She smiled at him. "Well you can't beat a new processor and cooler, as I always say."
"I'm betting twenty dollars that Alder and Saywer's tributes are dressed as trees again!" Reefer Portshore announced, raising a freckled hand. "Any takers? Going once. Going twice."
"I'm betting twenty dollars that I'll kick Reefer's ass by morning," Sawyer announced from the back row. She raised a hand. "Any takers?"
Woof Mauveine grunted out a sound Kera figured was as close as the man had ever gotten to a laugh. "I'll give forty."
Reefer sighed dramatically and ruffled his orange hair. "Tough crowd."
Kera peered at the other victors around her as they all laughed. It was strange. Growing up, she'd seen these people like legends who had gotten thrown into unlucky situations and seemed almost unreal. And now she was sitting with them - one of them. Half of the time, she laughed along with them and practically forgot that they had all been in the arena. Instead of being Reefer, the victor of the 33rd Hunger Games, he was just the best pool player out of their group. Instead of Rumen Neatsfoot, the first District 10 victor, he was the one who taught Kera how to whistle. Instead of Scoria Elestreen, the District 2 darling of the Capitol, she was the woman who loved to knit in her spare time.
And then Kera would remember Reefer slicing the District 9 boy's throat open, and she would be stunned all over again.
But it's not like she was any different.
"Welcome one and all to the Forty-second Hunger Games tribute parade!"
Kera tensed, glancing at the screens lining the empty lane that the chariots would go through. Caesar Flickerman sat at his usual desk on the screens, his hair and makeup this year's signature white. She had a hard time disliking Caesar, and remembered how much he'd made her shine during her interview. But right now, there was a first impression at stake, and Kera couldn't help her nervousness.
Caesar beamed and his lighbulb-suit twinkled. "Nearly a hundred-thousand citizens await, hoping to catch a look at this year's tributes! The sponsors will get to see the tributes for the first time tonight. The importance of this moment cannot be overstated."
As if he'd spoken directly to her, Kera felt a wave of nausea.
A camera, floating up high, turned towards the victor's box, and Kera quickly forced herself to smile. Around her, the other victors quieted their conversations as a musical flare began, ringing around City Circle.
And then the large wooden doors down at the end opened. The parade had begun.
District 1 sailed through the doors, chariot led by two bronze horses tossing their shining manes. The crowd's volume spiked. District 1 was always one of the Capitol favorites by default, but their outfits were also some of the most eye-catching. They were a district practically set up for victory in the parade with such a luxurious industry. And, to Kera's - expected - disappointment, this year was no different.
Everything about the pair was bright. The two tributes from 1 waved from their chariot with bright smiles, tunics bright under the lights, and the rings encircling their bodies and balanced on their hair glowing brightly with a rainbow of shades.
The Capitol screamed in adoration. Flowers rained down on the two tributes. Amethyst Amberdust caught a vivid pink one, blowing a dramatic kiss at the donor's direction. She grinned up at Finnegan Armani, whose face shone on the screens floating around the City Circle. His eyes, painted in a multitude of colors like the rings, shone under his artificial red hair. Kera had thought during the reaping that the stylists might change the boy's hair, but here it just added to the costume and appeared ethereal.
"The rings of Saturn, it looks like!" Caesar Flickerman's voice came from the screens. "Brilliant!"
Kera felt herself relax slightly when the slate-gray horses of District 2 emerged. The costumes for 2 were always very dependent on the stylist and fashion whims of the year. While a formidable district in training, they usually took a predictable approach to their attitude in the parade.
Just as she predicted, the tributes from 2 stood fairly unmoving on the chariot, faces straight and eyes fierce, as if they were riding into battle. As if the Games had already begun. Their costumes this year followed the trend of art Kera had noticed entrancing the Capitolites. The pair were painted in white makeup and dressed in snowy togas, like the marble statues near Victory Hall modeled after the Capitol heroes of the war. Golden laurel crowns sat atop their heads, an obvious nod to the victor's crown.
Kera always tried to forget the moment it was placed on her own head.
As the chariot traveled up the lane, Garrick Raymond's eyes raked through the audience and swept over the victor's box. He paused for a moment - looking for something? - and his jaw tightened. Beside him, Princess Daylight didn't seem to notice what Kera had about her district partner, and instead fought back a smile - clearly told not to by the stylists - as she brushed a fluttering blonde curl from her face.
"Always so powerful! District Two impresses again!" Caesar laughed.
"I wouldn't exactly call the little one powerful," Reefer said. He cast a derisive smile at Scoria. "It's like calling a cub ferocious."
Scoria rolled her eyes and flipped him a gesture that Kera knew the cameras wouldn't show. "You can't talk when your tributes were dressed like fish last year."
Kera ignored the two, turning to look at Beetee out of the corner of her eye as District 3 appeared.
He stared at the doors, his ashen face not revealing any emotions as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "No need to worry, Kera," he said without looking at her. "I have faith in the team this year." But his fist tightened at his side.
Without a word, Kera took his cold hand in hers and squeezed. "I have no doubt they'll look amazing."
And they did. The silver jumpsuits and hair accessories (meant to look like wires, Kera figured,) were less flashy than District 1, but infinitely more exciting than some of the other district costumes in the past. Both of the tributes in the chariot seemed shy as the crowd cheered, both of their faces blushing pink around the silver makeup. Kyrie Dirge barely managed to duck out of the way of a bouquet as it flew at him, and the crowd bubbled with laughter. Next to him, Hanna Techroe hesitantly waved, standing straighter as they rolled through the street, her smile growing more confident.
"They make a wonderful pair," Kera said to Beetee.
He bobbed his head once, still tense, but managed to give her a small smile. "Thank you."
Kera squeezed his hand once more before letting go and turning to watch the screen as Caesar gushed over the tributes.
"District Three is shocking the crowd tonight with their beauty," he said, laughing at his own joke.
As District 4 emerged, Kera took a deep breath. This would make the last Career district. None of the Career Tributes typically needed to impress the sponsors during the parade, as they always had plenty of interest. The other districts depended on the parade for first impressions more - including District 11.
The sand-colored horses pulled the District 4 chariot through the doors, joining the processional. The two tributes were dressed more differently from each other than the previous districts, but the theme was obvious. Marina Fischer had raced the other volunteer at the reapings, already drawing her some extra attention, and the cameras focused on her costume first: a sleeveless, gray gown flowing behind her, and a curved gray fin attached to her back like it was growing out of her spine. Marlen Beckett came next on the screens as the crowd cheered, in loose gray pants with a sharply-pointed fin on his own back. Instead of a shirt, his stylists had put him in layers upon layers of necklaces lined with small, white triangles.
"Are those shark teeth necklaces?" Caesar called, face alight, impressed. "Now that is sharp! We've got a dolphin and a shark, folks, and I am loving it!"
Even Kera had to admit it was a clever idea. The costumes complemented one another, the dolphin Marina appearing steady and the shark Marlen seeming intimidating.
Reefer leaned forward to grin at Scoria's bitter expression. "You were saying? Something about boring fish?"
Muscida sighed, pulling him back in his seat by his suit jacket, shaking her head. "It's like wrangling a toddler."
"They do look wonderful," Kera admitted to the two mentors. She nodded at the audience tossing flower petals and gemstones on the tributes. "I think they have some fans."
"Anything is better than that year they made us clamshells," Muscida sighed a half-hearted laugh. Her ocean-blue eyes softened as she looked at Kera, giving her the warm, motherly smile that Kera had grown to love.
"And District Five is out!" Caesar announced as the crowd screamed.
Kera peered over at the doors as the chariot appeared. This one would be interesting, considering how the boy had volunteered. Sure, volunteers from District 5 weren't as rare as the outer districts, but it was still something that would draw them attention. Not to mention, too, the way the girl tribute had glared at their escort as if she'd wanted to beat him with his own microphone.
The two tributes were dressed in fitted gold suits with flowing gold capes, and each wore a headdress shaped like a star. While she wasn't typically a fan of the District 5 costumes, Kera found herself admiring the glimmering of the golds. It was an innovative design the stylists had clearly strategized.
Caesar appeared on the screens, beaming. "And if I'm not mistaken, we have two tributes dressed as the sun for solar power. Incredible!"
Power Littlesmith winked at the crowd as they cheered, waving a hand before taking off his headdress and tossing it into the crowd. A sea of Capitolites screamed in delight, reaching and fighting over the fabric. Standing taller than Power, Liz Baker looked the opposite, her face set in a grimace as she glowered at the City Circle. She didn't react when her district partner threw his crown but instead just kept her chin up, cape billowing behind her, as if the entire Capitol were beneath her.
"If looks could kill," Alder muttered.
Kera watched as the District 5 tributes rolled on behind 4. "I think we'd all be dead in our seats if they could."
The District 6 chariot made its way through the doors, carrying two bronze-dressed tributes in it. The crowd screamed their praise, and the chariot trampled over the carpet of flowers, coins, and jewels that were piling up in the lane. But the two tributes didn't seem to care. Kera figured everyone had noticed the same thing about the tributes from 6 during the reaping: their lack of fear.
The girl from District 5 looked like she belonged with these two tributes, all tall and staring down the crowd in City Circle. The two tributes were dressed in bronze tunics decorated in an array of gears, their limbs dusted in gold, faces painted with a geometric pattern in platinum paint. Neither one seemed amused or bothered to wave to the audience cheering their names.
Trip Hewitt cast a gaze up at the victor's box, seeming bored. With her dark hair braided and sparking with gold, Kera supposed Mustang Lane could've easily been styled to look like an ancient goddess. But the girl just tilted her head, lips set in a frown, and didn't bother to touch a rose that had landed on their chariot.
The tributes from District 7, pulled by two chestnut-colored horses, were in the usual costumes: trees. It was a trend that started two years prior to Kera's time in the parade, beginning with the 34th Games. The stylists for 7 hadn't changed since then, and neither had the costumes. At least this time, each tribute was wearing a different color.
While Caoimhin Austin was wearing a brown suit - matching his brunette curls - studded in rhinestone leaves, Evlin Grove wore a tan dress covered in a swirl of red leaves, matching her fiery hair. Both had large crowns on, made of crisscrossing branches and sparkling acorns.
"Boring outfits, as usual," Alder sighed, shaking his head. "I was hoping the stylists would go in a different direction this year. They seemed secretive about it."
"Guess they don't feel like branching out, eh?" Reefer piped up before bursting out laughing.
Kera gave Alder a smile. "I think they look fantastic."
In the chariot, Caoimhin Austin gave the crowd a few waves, breaking into a grin as he seemed to get settled in front of the audience. Evlin Grove blinked quickly, squinting as the cameras flashed, looked more dazzled than amused. Not that Kera could blame her. It was disorienting being out there, thrust in front all of Panem and told to smile at the crowd waiting to watch you fight for your life. Kera had half-expected herself to fall off the chariot all those years ago.
District 8 appeared, drawing her from her thoughts.
"Eight is always a promising one with their costumes," Caesar announced. He raised a white-dyed eyebrow. "What do you think, ladies and gentlemen, do they make your top favorites?"
Kera watched as the two tributes worked the crowd better than some of the previous districts. Both tributes were shorter, dark-haired, and seemed of the quiet type from the reapings. They were dressed identically too, both decked out in a rainbow of glittering smocks made with spun thread, colorful ribbons trailing behind them in the breeze.
"They're doing well," Kera murmured.
"They certainly know how to get the crowd's attention," Beetee added, his eyebrows pinching in the middle.
The cameras caught each of the tribute's faces, flashing them up on either side of the City Circle. Pazley Steppe blew kisses at the audience, fluttering her fingers and laughing as if she'd been meant to be in that chariot her whole life. Darrius Morningstar grinned, eyes alight, pumping a fist in the air.
Kera fought off a frown - who knew if the cameras were on her? - as she watched the dark-haired boy cheer. He was one of the youngest tributes in the Games this year. Well, aside from the Princess Daylight girl from District 2, but the Career Tributes were always a different case. Darrius Morningstar didn't have a choice. Thirteen was too young for the arena.
When District 9 appeared, Kera felt her stomach start to knot. Only two more to go...
The two tributes shined with just as much enthusiasm as the ones from 8. Theirs was another district that could end up with another array of costumes, and public favor usually swayed strongly between adoring or hating the style. This time, the stylists seemed to have made a Capitol-forward choice, judging by the "ooh" between cheering.
Both of the tributes were dressed in fuchsia overalls over sparkling white shirts, teal straw hats with matching boots, and each had a single piece of wheat in their mouths. Definitely not an outfit Kera would pick, but the Capitol seemed in love already. The pair played up the humorous costumes, waving and taking off their hats to bow at the audience dramatically.
Azzie Kane gathered up several of the flowers that had landed in the chariot, grinning and set them on the brim of her hat. Royal Kariki gave a charming smile, seeming a tad more shy than his district partner, but leaned against the side of the chariot casually, making several of the audience members laugh in delight.
Kera leaned towards Alder. Maybe talking would distract her from her nerves. "They look good together."
Alder glanced over at her with a knowing smile. "So will your kids," he said, and looked at the doors. "Nearly here."
As District 10 passed through the doors, Kera tried to wipe her palms on her dress. They slid against the sequins, catching and stinging, but she wiped them again. Each time it was like this as 11 came closer, even while watching on the screens from back home. Why they wouldn't let the mentors in the stables with their tributes, she had no idea, because all Kera wanted was to sprint down to the chariot and wish Juniper and Lewis luck.
But the parade kept going, and Kera stayed in her seat like she was supposed to.
The tributes from 10 drew a ripple of laughter from the audience as they cheered. By this point, the flowers were mostly used up, piling in the lane, but a few still fell for the passing chariot. Inside stood two cows with glittering splotches, finished off by a hood with tiny cow ears - one of the ears adorned with a red tag. Even the tributes seemed embarrassed. Nico Araceli avoided making eye-contact with the crowd, staring straight ahead with his hands practically stuck to the edge of the chariot. Beside him, Caroline Lile gave a few waves to the audience, cheeks almost as red as the tag on her costume's ear.
Over her shoulder, Kera saw Rumen drop his head down. Lovis, his fellow mentor, rubbed his back with accepted habilitation on her face.
"So fun!" Caesar sang. "Quite the sweet costumes."
"Creepy comes to mind, I think," Alder mused.
Kera couldn't think of a reply because her gaze was trained on the wooden doors instead where, any moment now, her kids would appear in whatever costumes Aurelian and Gladia decided on, and she would watch the Capitol react. It was out of her hands.
Two tan horses appeared.
Kera's heart leapt.
Juniper and Lewis emerged from the stables. Kera took in their expressions quickly - nervous, glancing around at the collection of people - and then the costumes. Oh, the costumes. They were beautiful. Juniper wore a lacey green gown decorated in a profusion of pastel flowers, like the blooms of fruit trees, leading all the way down to the long train that fell behind her. Lewis wore a darker green tunic with a crown of leaves atop his afro, and a necklace of large seeds.
Kera felt a hand envelope hers. She peered over at Beetee who gave a quiet smile. She returned it with a grin as the crowd cheered.
As flowers fell towards the chariot, Kera noticed Lewis using his elbow to balance himself on the chariot's edge instead of his hand. His lower arm was hidden behind his back, as if he was trying to keep it out of sight. But the other was held tightly in Juniper's hand as she stood statuesque next to the tiny boy like an earthen guardian.
"They look wonderful," Kera heard Luster murmur to Husk.
Behind her, Woof leaned forward. "I think the audience likes them."
Kera beamed.
As her tributes progressed down the lane, following after 10, she felt herself finally relax. For today, such a long day, the hard part was over. After this, they would have dinner and she could gush over the two of them. After that, they could all have fizzy drinks and cakes, and watch the replay of the parade. Only District 12 and the presidential address remained. She could stomach Snow droning on tonight. Her kids had already done perfect.
The coal district appeared, and Kera couldn't help but feel bad for the two tributes. The outfits were nearly always miners, and this year's had the added humiliation of trying to make them seductive. Both of the tributes looked uncomfortable, but both waved to the audience and fixed smiles on their lips.
The cameras showed their faces, and the look they exchanged underneath their heavy, dark eye-makeup. It wasn't one of random strangers thrown together, but instead look like something friends might share. There was trust. Did they know each other back home, maybe? Darien Dragomir swept up one of the flowers that was tossed towards them. With a sheepish smile, Raven Night blew a kiss towards the crowd and watched as coins bounced near their chariot.
District 12 continued on after the rest of the chariots as they all began to gather into the circle beneath the podium where President Snow would speak. Kera remembered it during her own parade, and the way that Snow smiled down at her - and all the other twenty-three tributes who didn't survive the Games.
The crowd kept cheering.
I hope you liked it! Leave a review and let me know how you felt about the chapter, Kera, her threats to Catullus, or your tribute's portrayal. I also hope that you all had a good New Year's Eve! I wish you a wonderful 2022 and plenty of reading fun!
Questions for the chapter:
1. What are your opinions on Kera?
2. Which district's costumes were your favorite? Why?
3. Which district would you want to be during the tribute parade? Why?
Thank you to Annabeth777 and ellalovesmusicaltheatre for your reviews on the last chapter! I really appreciate it. :)
See you next chapter!
~ Meghan