"I'm sorry?" You say, trying to muster up some Amity doe eyes. You're very bad at it, but still, Jeanine looks uncomfortable. "I'm Amity."
"Oh," she says, brushing down her suit. "I'm very sorry. You're not on the list, and you looked to be about sixteen..."
She pauses, offering you a thin smile. "No matter. Enjoy the ceremony. I suppose I'll see you next year."
With that, Jeanine walks away.
Advance to 24.