“You look beautiful, darling,” Snow told his granddaughter, looking up from his living room desk. “Who’s this boy you’re going out with?”
“Thank you.” Vendetta smiled softly, making her way down the rest of the steps. “He’s just a boy I met in two. No big deal, really. His name is Clyde.”
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vendettasnow-blog reblogged this from poisonedpolitics and added: “About that…” She chewed the inside of her cheek a moment before continuing. “He’s no longer eligible, he turned 18 this...
poisonedpolitics reblogged this from vendettasnow-blog and added: “Clyde?” the President raised a white eyebrow. “A career?”