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✮ ༄ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ༄✮ ACT IIII CHAPTER 27 ( i'd marry you with paper rings )
FINNICK ODAIR IS GOING TO PROPOSE.
His heart raced like a wild stallion, his palms drenched in nervous anticipation, and his knee bounced with restless energy as he anxiously awaited Evelyn's return from her encounter with Peeta. Johanna fixed her gaze upon him, her eyebrows arched inquisitively, studying his agitated state for what felt like an eternity.
"You know she's gonna say yes, right?" She said, "I mean, she's head over heels for you."
Finnick brushed off her presence, immersing himself in a whirlwind of thoughts, envisioning every conceivable scenario, desperately yearning for her to bestow upon him the title of the luckiest man alive.
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Evelyn's gaze pierced through the glass, her eyes locking onto Peeta, who lay restrained upon the hospital cot. A frown etched across her face as she contemplated the situation, "So, you want me to talk to him?"
"Try and get him to remember Katniss isn't the enemy." Plutarch gently urged.
"If I couldn't in the Capitol how do you expect me to do that now?" Evelyn sighed.
Stepping into a different section, she distanced herself from the rest, patiently biding her time until Plutarch signaled for her to proceed. Once she did, Katniss arrived, silently observer while her eyes fixated on every gesture and interaction between the two.
With a radiant smile that could rival the sun's glow, the blonde woman exuded warmth as she greeted him, "Hi Peeta."
"Eve?" He blinked, "Evelyn— where are we?"
"District Thirteen." She responded. As the gears of the boy's mind started to churn, a spark of realization ignited within him, "It's a real place."
