The atmosphere was chaotic in the Kensington residence, dozens of workers scurrying to get to their assigned spots. This was the day, the day of the wedding between retired professional football player Mark Kensington and retired model Stella Joyce. This was the event of the year for the residents of Southampton—particularly those of Panem Preparatory School. Every student had been hoping, praying for invitations to the heralded happening, trying to get on the good graces of the supermodel's spitting image daughter, Glimmer Joyce. Of course, the actual invites were few and far between, only the most popular of Panem Prep being handed the golden ticket.

One Clove Kensington didn't need such an invitation, grimacing as she looked at the short, blush pink sweetheart neckline dress laying on her bed. "Oh God," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Clove, it's not that bad, it just isn't something you would wear," her best friend Jacqueline Foxworthy tried to justify, as she stood in her own yellow shift dress.

"That's because Glimmer was in charge of the dresses, Fox," the brunette retorted, a sour taste in her mouth at the talk of her very-soon-to-be stepsister.

"On the bright side, she didn't bedazzle it," Jacqueline pointed out, jokingly. "Besides, if we had it your way, all of the bridesmaids would be wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt." The Foxworthys, longtime neighbors of the Kensingtons, had been close family friends as well. It was only fitting that Clove and Jacqueline, whom she affectionately called Fox, were more or less joined at the hip. "Now go put it on so I can do your hair, I'm not letting it get touched by Glimmer's army." The two shared a laugh, though soon after as Clove slipped into the nude pumps she'd been given, the pout returned to her face.

She wasn't looking forward to this day at all.

Cato Weston had only moved to Southampton over the summer, hailing from the renowned Upper East Side of Manhattan. After a near Driving Under the Influence charge fought off by his State's Attorney father, his parents had made the choice to move him to a much quieter environment, without all of the distractions that the New York City nightlife had graciously provided. He hadn't been entirely too happy about the arrangement, but nevertheless, Cato was inclined to wreak the most havoc out of it.

Early surveillance of the crowd had him run into the famous blonde beauty, Glimmer Joyce, and the pursuit had been two way. In a week, he had himself cordially invited to the Kensington-Joyce wedding by none other than Glimmer herself.

He adjusted the powder blue tie to his seersucker suit, ready to make his own debut into Southampton society. He was Cato Weston. He deserved a spot in the elite.

Pulling up into the Kensington property, he gazed at the surrounding green. He was slightly impressed—he didn't know who the Kensington family was, but the lawn was almost enough to singlehandedly be an eighteen hole golf course. Handing the keys to the valet, he stepped out of the car and made his way to the garden, where the majority of the guests were.

"Cato!" a familiar, high-pitched voice called to him, and he turned around to see Glimmer in a short, pink dress, rhinestones encrusting the neckline drawing attention to her chest. "You made it!"

"Of course," he said coolly, giving her a one armed hug. She took his hand, leading him to a group of boys standing beside another row of seats.

"Cato Weston, these are the three most handsome men in Southampton, other than you of course," she winked flirtatiously, and the three turned around. "Marvel Stone's the heir to a diamond business." The boy had a similar build to Cato, though he was considerably more slender. He flashed a smile, sticking out his hand and Cato returned the gesture with a firm handshake. Even Cato couldn't deny the Marvel exuded with charisma, even without saying a word. Glimmer continued, "Gale Hawthorne, of the Hawthorne private security firm." Gale had much more in common with Cato, the muscle and the strong build, along with the Adonis-like jawline striking at instant glance as he offered the same handshake as Marvel. "And of course, this is Peeta Mellark," Glimmer concluded, gesturing at the much shorter boy.

"What do your parents do, Mellark?" Cato inquired, sticking out his hand for one final time.

"Wheat product manufacturing," Peeta grinned, apparently finding humor in the profession. Cato had to admit, he did too after realizing the irony in the boy's name, and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"I'll leave you boys alone, it's almost time," Glimmer said excitedly, giving Cato a kiss on the cheek as a small goodbye.

Gale raised an eyebrow. "She seems to like you," he said curtly.

Cato shrugged, and flashed a mischievous grin. "Who doesn't?" he replied, his cocky demeanor exposing itself greatly. "You all came here alone?"

Marvel let out a laugh, as if to ridicule the assumption. "No, waiting for our dates… and here they are," he said, nodding at three attractive girls coming towards them. "Cato Weston, this is Jacqueline Foxworthy, Madge Undersee and Katniss Everdeen." Cato made sure to execute the usual formalities and flashed a charming smile at them. He soon learned that Jacqueline belonged to the family of a real estate mogul, Madge was the mayor's daughter and Katniss's father owned Everdeen Mining. He wasn't particularly impressed, accustomed to the presence of wealthy people.

"Guys, let's sit down, it's about to start," Madge suggested and they all took a seat, arranging themselves in the order of Madge, Gale, Katniss, Peeta, Jacqueline, Marvel, and finally, Cato. The miniature orchestra began to play Canon in D Major as the wedding party walked in. The men were wearing tuxedos with blush pink vests and ties, and the women wore the same dress he'd seen Glimmer with earlier, only without the rhinestones. He looked for the blonde, but instead his eyes fell on another girl. Her hair was a deep, dark brown and pinned into a low bun, her cheekbones prominent and her face angular. Cato was almost surprised by how attentive he was towards the girl, but he snapped back into reality at the sound of someone's voice.

"Isn't Clove gorgeous? I did her hair!" he heard Jacqueline whisper loudly and excitedly to Marvel.

The other boy chuckled in amusement at Jacqueline's enthusiasm. "How she's even wearing that dress is a miracle," he mused, and Jacqueline nodded in agreement, giggling.

"Who's Clove?" he asked Marvel, raising an eyebrow.

"Clove's Mark Kensington's daughter," Marvel explained to Cato, leaning over but not making eye contact as the party continued to stroll down the aisle.

"This is probably the first time we've seen Clove in a dress since… well… I can't even remember," Jacqueline added, feeling the need to justify her excitement.

"Mark Kensington?" Cato asked, incredulously. "As in, the pro bowl quarterback Mark Kensington?"

"Dude. Whose wedding did you think you were attending?" Marvel said to an unattentive Cato, who looked at Clove once more, the brunette returning eye contact for a fleeting glance. He was about to look at the altar, wondering how he'd missed the famous quarterback, when Glimmer walked down the aisle giving him a secret, flirtatious wave. Once again, he was brought back to reality, only this time by Marvel's voice. "Why… you interested in Clove?"

He gave Glimmer an arrogant smirk in return as he answered Marvel. "Nah, man, I think I'm good right now."

Hell yes, he was interested.

A/N: This is the first AU I've done, ever. So tell me if I'm absolutely terrible at it and should stop right now before I go write another chapter.

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