my name being drawn at the reaping was a real piece of luck." says Peeta.
For a moment, I'm almost foolishly happy and then confusion sweeps over me. Because we're supposed to be making up this stuff, not actually being in love. But Peeta's story has a ring of truth to it... It would explain another thing too. Why Peeta took a beating to give me the bread that awful hollow day. So, if those details are true... could it all be true?
----The Hunger Games, pg 301
**If I follow you, it comes up as true-beauty-is-pricless**