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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"Five minutes!" Mica shouted as he hurried with a roll of iridescent lace that had been hand embroidered with various flowers. "Come on, Harp." He tossed her another roll of silver string as he passed by.
Harp squeaked in surprise, almost pulling Sera's hair as she was delicately weaving a bright silver string through a strand of her hair. She hastened her pace once she got Mica's warning and clipped some dainty silver and rose gold metal butterfly pins that were tastefully decorated with jewels onto Sera's hair.
"Done!" She squeaked out, passing her over to Eos for any last minute alterations to her dress.
Eos helped Sera stand straight and gestured to Mica to get her into her shoes before pulling up the sliding straps of her dress. The light and silky fabric almost slipped through fingers but she pulled it up and quickly worked to sew them up. She took a step back and checked her again before letting go.
The iridescent silk chiffon dress that Eos and her team had worked on tirelessly was perfect for Sera. It was delicate and eye-catching but not too eye-catching where it would make her stand out more than she wanted to but just enough to keep her moniker as the 'Flower of Panem'.
Looking at it from a distance, Eos was glad she hand-sewed the fabric. She even asked Sera for her suggestions of flowers. Of course, Sera didn't tell her what the flowers meant, she could only guess it was something sentimental to her.
Pale yellow carnations decorated the edge of her train with lavender, primroses, peach blossoms and lastly dahlias which Eos believed to be a tribute to her aunt. Sera didn't correct her.
"Thirty seconds!" Mica came back and helped Sera into her shoes. Though the high heels took her time to get used to by now, she could walk in them a little bit more comfortably. "And we're done!" He along with Eos and Harp directed Sera to the back of the stage.
Sera hurried over to the corridor that led up to the stage, her stylist team bidding her goodbye the closer she got, the more she wanted to go back already.
Caesar's sudden interest in having previous victors of that decade for an interview was not something Sera was happy about. If anything, she was annoyed. Her time in 5 was cut short and she had to leave soon after the reaping.
And as luck would have it, Finnick, the one person she was trying to avoid was there. Slowing her pace, she nodded at him in acknowledgement before taking her place and waiting to be called out.
His face brightened when he saw but inwardly she was cursing her luck. The one person the President asked her to stay away from.
"Aw! Look what you did? I'm late! Very late and it's all your fault!" A shrill angry voice echoed down the halls, followed by the sound of heels clicking.
Finnick and Sera shared a look as the sound of the clicks grew louder and louder before a woman appeared from the corridor. She was tall and blonde, dressed in a golden gown that was shaped to her figure like they had draped sheets of gold over her body to get that perfect look.
