You had gotten a full-ride scholarship to the Capitol’s Academy, and if you worked hard enough, your professors told you you’d be winning the Plinth Prize to help you attend The University. Clemensia had befriended you, and for every group project, she knew you would get the job done. Knowing Clemmie meant you would know the ‘Capitol’s Elites’ clique.

Coriolanus knew who you were. Livia and him had been on and off for almost a year. Your attraction for the Snow boy was inevitable. He’d always have conversations with you and always treat you respectfully. Last night, Clemmie had convinced you to try something new. So here you were; she had done a slight makeover on you. You had ditched your slippers for some heels (not too drastically high).

”You have been Clemmie-ized,” he muttered while falling naturally into step beside you.