The strange blonde girl, Cinderella, it was almost as if she hadn't heard him speak of marriage. She sat relaxed in a chair off to the side, but her eyes had been focused on him, for at least a moment. Fitz moved from the dais back to the floor and he was bombarded with people. He was expecting this. Each woman that vied for his attention got a cruel glance before he moved on.<br/><br/>A dance was started. Another one that switched partners throughout. Fitz was swept up into it, but he couldn't find Cinderella. She had just been sitting near the balcony. It was by pure luck that another male was standing just off to the edge Fitz pulled him into the dance switching places with him. Fitz didn't notice that the young man didn't seem surprised.<br/><br/>Fitz stepped out onto the balcony joining Cinderella. "Those are Honey Perfume."