𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬; (𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐨'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 4

"THE PRESIDENTIAL PALACE." Effie extends her hands towards a large mansion with a smile on her face. "The party of the year." She adds with an awestruck expression. "Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on. I'm talking to you Cato." I roll my eyes and Cara giggles. The escort leads us up the large stone steps.

"Now, there'll be photographers. Interviewers. Everyone will be here to celebrate you. My victors. Breathe it all in, children. This is all for you." I stare at the large crowd of people. "It's cozy." I remark with a scoff. "Attitude." Effie snaps before inhaling deeply. "Come come." She motions with her fingers and we walk through the crowd of people.

Cara walks in front of me and I watch as a man brushes a hand over her shoulder. I shoot him a glare and he backs off. I barge him with my shoulder as I walk past him. I brush my fingers against Cara's hand and she takes it as we follow Effie up more steps.

The doors of the mansion are wide open and we walk inside. People great us on every side of the entrance. I keep a small smirk on my lips, tipping my chin to some people. Effie directs us through the home until we get to the garden. "Everybody who's everybody will wait to meet you." Effie calls after two people who I recognise to be on Carabelle's beauty team, despite her not needing them. She's already breathtaking.

Cara hooks her arm through mine and we walk down the steps. Infront of us is a dance floor. "What do we do?" Cara whispers, panicked, and I chuckle, looking down at her. "We dance." I take her hand and lead her through the crowd. "I can't dance." She tells me and a waltz starts to play. Perfect.

"Put your hand on my shoulder." She does what I say and looks up at me with her bright eyes. I take her free hand and place my other hand on her waist. Carabelle's face erupts in a red blush and I smirk down at her. I lead her brow as we dance slowly and she leads her head against my chest as we dance to the music.

I smile down at her gently. I'm so in love with this woman. "Carabelle, Cato." Effie interrupts and Cara moves back to look at her. "This is Plutarch Heavensbee. Head Gamemaker. Successor to Seneca Crane." I raise my eyebrows at the woman's words. "It's a tough act to follow." Cara struggled a laugh. "May I?" The man asks me, wanting to dance with Cara and I take a step back, moving off the floor.

I keep my eyes on them dancing, and take a drink from a tray someone carries. I sip it gently, my eyes on the old man who dances with my fiancé. Effie moves over to me. "Cato, come, the President will begin his speech soon." She says and I roll my eyes, letting her lead me to where I need to be.

She goes over to Carabelle before ushering us to a good spot. Snow walks on his balcony and the crowd cheers. I don't. "Tonight, in this, the last day of their tour, I want to welcome our two victors. Two young people who embody our ideas of strength and valour. And I, personally, want to congratulate them on the announcement of their engagement." Some members of the crowd gasp at the old man's words.

"Your love has inspired us. And I know it will go on inspiring us, everyday, for as long as you may live." His choice of words is taunting. He's making us know we will always be the Capitol's shiny toys. The man raised his glass and I do the same to mine, taking a sip of the alcoholic drink.

Fireworks light up behind us and I lean my head to whisper in Cara's ear. "Have you ever seen fireworks before?" I ask in her ear and she shakes her head. "We didn't have them in district twelve." She says and turns her head to see them for a moment and I watch as the explosion of colours dance through her bright eyes.

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A/N- I'll get the missed update out tomorrow, I'm currently exhausted.

Make sure you eat and drink today!

-Nightmare