Chapter 28
Harlequin Marceau I can do this. I'm ready. I was born for this. "Presenting our host-" That was my cue, and the curtain swept aside. "The great lady herself, Harlequin Marceau!" I held out my arms in triumph and the crowd went wild as I took my seat. When I first started, I was sure I'd never measure up to Seutonius, and I definitely wasn't sure I was fit to present the Games to Panem. I was right about the first part, but I didn't have to be Seutonius. I was Harlequin, and the people liked me. After all, there's no accounting for taste. Victory could have been a television personality herself. She was perfectly poised, from her kawaii white dress to her wide-eyed enthusiasm. I respected her photogenic appeal, and I went along with it. "You seem ready to get started," I said. "Oh, y
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