A flash of pain crossed Fitz's eyes for just a second as Cinderella spoke of the heavens. "I do not look to the stars for fulfillment." The song ended and Fitz stepped back bowing to the strange blonde girl. "If you would excuse me. I have a speech I shall make in a moment here." His voice was tight and guarded. Only he knew that the already stirring memories of his mother had been exasperated by the green eyed girl's mention of the stars.<br/><br/>It was true Fitz hadn't looked up to the stars, not in well over ten years. His mother and he had once stood on the balcony wrapped up in a blanket looking up at the stars. It was on such a night that was the last time Fitz had seen his mother alive.