You stood meekly in front of Coriolanus, letting him brush off your dress and adjust the snowflake pendant on your neck. He looked down at you, with a look you couldn’t figure out. You felt weak, nervous for the night. He turned abruptly, wordlessly sticking his arm out for you to hold onto. You latched on as Lucky Flickerman’s voice rang out, from the large detailed doors opened to the crowded ballroom.

”Announcing, for the first time, our new President and First Lady of Panem!”