You were pretty, Katniss thought. Slim, classy clothing and not a hair out of place. Compared to Effie’s extravagance, you were always a nice normal-ish sight and down to earth, as much as a Capitol citizen could be, at that.

Yet, you complimented her endlessly. Whether she was in Cinna’s beautiful designs or her regular clothes. The sound of you complimenting her echoed as she observed you as you blended out her eyeliner the way she liked it. “You’re prettier.” She blurted.