Being one of Coriolanus Snow’s grandchild did come with a multitude of perks: such as automatically having someone’s respect, or never needing to want for anything more. However, being forced to attend a party you didn’t even want to go to, definitely wasn’t one of them. With a small impatient sigh escaping your lips, you hid your annoyance with a smile as you observed the party, wearing a familiar cold analytical facial expression that seemed to run through the family.

A couple of weeks ago, you finally became of age to attend infamous Presidential Parties your grandfather President Snow had told you about. Since he usually went alone, President Snow heavily encouraged you to come with him.

Well, if you looked back on it, he more so forced you, but who cares? The past is the past, it didn’t matter now!

“So it’s true.” A tall 6 foot blonde stated, having a huge smirk on his face as he slowly approached you from across the room. Considering that you’ve never seen him around before, you assumed that he was the newest victor of the annual 74th Hunger Games. “All Snows have that same cold hearted stare.” He commented, immediately regretting it once he saw you narrow your eyes at his remark.

“Ah, excuse me.” He smoothly said, flashing you a charming smile to calm both of your nerves. “I haven’t even introduced myself.” The blonde then extended his hand out for you to shake, grabbing your hand once you did so he could press a small kiss to it.

“I’m Cato Hadley, from District 2.”