The 'Flower of Panem' or 'The Angel of Mercy', Seraphine Reza is the jewel and pride of Panem. One of their most treasured victors in the history of the Hunger Games and a favorite of President Snow.
While she smiles, comforts and plays her part ev...
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Sera's bottom lip was a little bruised and had been that way for a week or two, much to Mica's annoyance. The make-up artist had fussed and complained about her appearance a lot lately. He almost cursed when he noticed the circular bruise-like marks dotted around her neck. He did his hardest to conceal the bruises with lip paints and concealer and it really showed because no one, not even Scarus could tell the difference.
On the other hand, Eos and Emilia had shared a terrified look. At first, the two panicked but when they looked at her calm, almost blissful face, they immediately stopped. Emilia was itching to know. Harp was the only one who didn't really make a fuss about it all, she seemed to sense Sera's true emotions just at a glance.
Not that Sera cared about their reactions.
She was happy.
She hadn't felt so happy in a while and she was almost scared about it. Still, she wanted to enjoy it as long as she could even if it was for a fleeting moment. She knew soon it would've time to grieve—her aunt's health had taken another turn for the worse and this time she was sure she wouldn't make it. Despite telling Finnick, she'd let her aunt go back to District 5, she still hadn't found the time to sign the discharge papers, already knowing her siblings and cousin would be furious with her decision. Maybe Ramiel would understand but Nox wouldn't, aunt Dahlia was his mother after all.
"Stop making this a big deal, Mica." Sera ran her fingers over her concealed neck. Eos had even chosen black floral lace dress that covered her neck. "I look fine and besides, it's not like I have any real events to attend."
Mica glared at her. "You're still going to be in front of people."
"Other victors." Sera corrected, getting up from her chair. Mica didn't argue and could only begrudgingly agree. Other victors didn't care about appearances around each other and there were no cameras.
She sighed remembering what her day was going to be like. She had to observe the games for a tribute whose names she couldn't even recall. She did watch reapings and observed some of the training sessions yet she just didn't get around to learning his name or his partner's. It wasn't done on purpose, she was just so busy spending her days at the clinic and then her nights at her apartment with—
"You okay?" Huxley, her former mentor and brother-in-law asked. He met her outside of the observation rooms.
She actually liked her mentor duties, of course, she didn't like sending her tributes to their untimely deaths, she did like the fact that it was one of the few things she had that Scarus was absent from. Instead she got to spend time with her brother-in-law. Quiet he was, she actually enjoyed his calm company.
"I'm fine." She replied, trying to make sure her cheeks weren't as red as before. "Shall we?" He nodded and went in before her.
She had only been to the observation rooms thrice the previous year, the 70th was definitely the most she had visited them. She didn't really hate it, she just thought it was too...clinical.
