
And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.
“Haymitch, I love her,” Peeta said quietly. “Now boy, that’s a good tactic. We could use that and make you two look like star-crossed lovers. Get some sympathy from sponsors,” Haymitch said approvingly, deep in thought. “No, Haymitch, I really do love her,” Peeta insisted. Haymitch looked up. “What did you say?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “I love Katniss,” Peeta repeated once again.