“Give me one good reason I should wear a dress,” Katniss mumbled, shifting awkwardly on her feet. It felt wrong; it made her feel like she wasn’t her.
“Because I said so,” Delly said with a smile. She gently tied the ribbon that circled the waist of the dress at the small of Katniss’ back, then turned her to face the mirror.
“Peeta won’t care what I wear.” She curled her lip, folded her arms across her chest.
Delly sighed, smoothed a hand down her long blonde ponytail. “That doesn’t matter. You should wear a dress tonight, make it a little special.”
“We’re just having dinner at Peeta’s house,” Katniss countered.
“But it’s your first official date, and it should be special.” Delly reiterated, before she reached down, slid her hand into Katniss’. The simple touch still felt strange and unfamiliar to her, but Katniss knew it was just something that was Delly, and therefore she let her. “You’ve both been through a lot. You guys deserve to be happy.”
Katniss glanced in the mirror, at the simple pale green dress Delly had picked from her wardrobe.
Maybe she was right.
Katniss wore the dress.
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Which states have the most people with state pride?
its like the shittier your state is the more pride you have
are you fighting, katniss? are you here to fight with us?
i a m . i w i l l .
We need to unite the people out there. She’s the face of the rebellion. They’ll follow her.
any association of the mockingjay symbol is forbidden.