The Hunger Games: The Luxury Of Death

CHAPTER 18 - THE DINNER

Finnick greeted Elizabeth warmly as she returned to the Capitol, inquiring about her journey. She expressed a subtle understanding of her desire to stay home.

However, their exchange was cut short when a Capitol official approached, informing Elizabeth that President Snow requested her presence. Finnick couldn't suppress a frown.

"President Snow wants to see you," the official announced, the weight of the message evident in their tone.

Elizabeth sighed, exchanging a glance with Finnick. "Well, duty calls," she remarked, though there was a hint of reluctance in her voice.

Finnick nodded. He would wait for her here.

They made their way towards President Snow's imposing residence, uncertainty lingering in the air.

As Elizabeth entered President Snow's grand residence, she couldn't help but feel dwarfed by the opulence surrounding her. The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, and the air was filled with a hushed sense of authority. Her attire, a simple blue dress, marked her as a visitor from the districts.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Elizabeth subtly adjusted the ribbon in her hair.

As she proceeded through the intricate corridors, guided by Capitol attendants, Elizabeth tried to maintain a façade of composure. She knew she was about to face President Snow, a man with a reputation for manipulation and cruelty.

President Snow welcomed Elizabeth with a practiced smile, his demeanor a blend of cordiality and calculated charm. "Welcome back to the Capitol, Elizabeth River," he said, gesturing for her to take a seat in the luxurious room adorned with Capitol decadence. "I must say, your performance in the Hunger Games was quite impressive. The public was captivated."

Elizabeth nodded politely, her discomfort hidden beneath a veil of gratitude. She had expected the Capitol to celebrate her victory, but the reality of being thrust into the spotlight weighed heavily on her. The games had changed her, and the Capitol's admiration felt like a double-edged sword.

"District 4 has truly produced a remarkable victor," Snow continued, his tone carrying an air of approval. "You played the role of a survivor convincingly, and the people love a good survivor's tale."

"Thank you, President Snow," Elizabeth replied, her voice composed but her eyes betraying a hint of unease.

President Snow leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Elizabeth. "I've arranged a little dinner for you, my dear," he said with a sly smile. "Some influential friends of mine in the Capitol have expressed a keen interest in meeting the victor of the 73rd Hunger Games. I thought it would be a splendid opportunity for you to share your experiences."

Elizabeth forced a polite smile, her unease growing at the prospect of engaging with the Capitol's elite. "Of course. That'd be a pleasure."

"Excellent," he replied. "The dinner is set for tonight. You'll be joining some of the most prominent figures in the Capitol. It's a chance to bask in your newfound celebrity."

As President Snow spoke, Elizabeth couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner was more than a social event. It was another stage, another performance expected of her as the victor. The Capitol hungered for stories, and tonight, Elizabeth would be expected to serve hers on a silver platter.

President Snow's voice cut through the air, smooth and commanding. "I've taken the liberty of having a dress delivered to your apartment. A little something to ensure you look your best for the occasion. It should be waiting for you."

Elizabeth nodded, her mind whirling with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "Thank you, President Snow."

As she prepared to leave, Snow's gaze bore into her. "And, my dear, a word of caution. Be mindful of those around you, even those you believe to be allies. Not everyone has your best interests at heart."