Written for The Rebels Holiday Fic Exchange

Also there are direct quotes taken from Catching Fire

The story will also be split up into 5 parts

I looked at the dress and felt a little smirk come to my face. With my tiny undetectable adjustments to the dress, I had made it even more beautiful in a way that no one would know until the interviews. The beautiful pearl white silk, the low neckline, the beautifully long sleeves made it a dress that every woman would dream of wearing to their wedding.

To top it all of it was covered in glossy white pearls from head to toe. Of course I had added a few. They were necessary for my plan to unfold, however, if anything they made the dress look even more outstanding.

It was hard to deny that I was the best designer in Panem. I mean when I look at all the beautiful outfits I make, I can understand why people are constantly praising me on my work.

Suddenly I hear a small creak as the door opens. I turn around to see Portia come in holding a garment bag.

"Are you ready to go?" She asks quietly.

"Not quite. I just need to put Katniss' dress into the garment bag." I reply. She nods and comes over to help me. I head over to the table to grab the garment bag lying on top of it. I quickly unzip it and bring it over to where the dress is. Portia and I carefully lift it up

"Has it always been this heavy?" She asks. I can see that she wasn't expecting the dress to weigh so much. I just give her a curt nod. She then lets out a little laugh. "I'm on to you Cinna, I know you're hiding something and I plan to figure it out! So are you going to tell me what you did to the dress?" She asked once again.

"Alright you caught me." I said in defeat as I heaved the dress into the bag. "However it's going to be a surprise for the interview." I said with a little smirk on my face as I zipped up the bag.

Portia frowned. "Are you sure it was a good idea to tamper with the dress that the President specifically asked for?" She said in a very concerned tone.

I shrug. "Probably not, but I channel my emotions into my work. That way I don't hurt anyone but myself."

She looked at me with a very worried expression on her face. "Don't worry, it'll be fine." I said reassuringly. She still looked doubtful but she nodded. I picked up the dress that was now inside the garment bag and heaved it over my shoulder. With that we both made our way outside of my studio.

I turned around and began to lock the house when I remembered something. I turned around to look at her. "Portia?" I asked.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I was wondering if you would let me talk with Peeta before his prep team goes to work on him. There's something I need to tell him."

"Would this in any way have anything to do with the 'modifications' you made to Katniss' dress?" She asked me, still doubtful.

"Can I talk to Peeta" I repeated myself looking right into her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure I just asked you a question and I would very much appreciate an answer." She said, obviously aggravated by my response.

"Portia I just need to talk to Peeta." I said getting a little irritated myself.

"Cinna I'm just worried about you. I don't want you to get hurt because of something I could possibly stop."

"Portia can I just talkā€¦."

This pushed her over the edge. "Fine, go see Peeta! I don't give a damn! I don't care about your stupid dress anymore. It could get you killed for all I care!" She practically screamed at me before she began walking away.

I felt a little pang of guilt. I had completely left her out of this plan. We had planned all our other outfits together and made them all incredibly amazing together, so I could understand her frustration. I had just kept something from her while she told me all her secrets. But this secret could be dangerous to all those whom it involved.