didn’t know anything about her other than that her name was Laura, she
was very attractive and she seemed lovely. But I went home, woke my
friend up at 7am and said, “I just met the girl I want to marry. I love
this girl like, I love her. She’s perfect.”
At eight years old, Effie’s favorite holiday
She loved it more than she loved Halloween or
the Games season. The Capitol was dressed for the occasion, the city was always
full of blinding twinkling lights and of so many colors it sometimes made her
little head spin. She loved the huge tree that seemed to reach the sky on Main
Square, she loved the daily Christmas parade in the City Circle, she loved the
songs, she loved how joyful people looked when they dashed in and out of stores
with their arms full of presents for their loved ones…
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Peeta stared at her, appearing to struggle with an internal debate, then visibly settling into a decision. “I’ve lived here all my life and know this area like the back of my hand. I could show you around. There’s the Spanish Fort down in St. Augustine. The botanical gardens. Anastasia’s Island. Haven’t you been to any of these?”
Katniss shook her head, realizing when she thought about it how very little she’d actually enjoyed herself these last four years.
Peeta’s face took on an exaggerated solemnity. “I would like to rectify this situation, if you’ll let me.”
“Which situation?” Katniss laughed at his face, so serious with mock determination. How could she feel this good so easily?
“The fact that you’ve been in Panem City for - how long has it been?”
“Four years,” Katniss answered.
“Four years! And you’ve never been to any of the major sights?”
“I was here to study. And work! I had a scholarship to hold onto. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to pay for school.”
Peeta nodded. “That’s impressive. But now you’re a college graduate and you’ll be looking for work soon. That means you have to play the tourist before adulting duties take over your life.”
Katniss felt crestfallen when he said this. She felt like she’d already been forced to “adult” even before she’d left high school and had skipped over the playful, student-life phase that others seemed to have been able to enjoy. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”
“Why not?” Peeta asked, his blue eyes boring into hers. He’d noted her change of mood and his playfulness fell away with hers.
“Because, I’m leaving in six weeks. Five, after this week…” she looked around as if she’d find a calendar hanging in the air between them. “I start work a week after I get home…” she trailed off.
Peeta frowned, thinking about her words. “You’re…leaving?”
Katniss nodded. “I go back home to my family…and my fiance.”