Dress shopping. She was out dress shopping.

Elena had arrived and, like a miniature whirlwind had dropped her things off at the hotel, tracked Rosalind down and, before she could properly articulate her distaste for this plan-yes, even though she'd agreed to look at dresses for Elena with Elena-had been swept off to the mainland. And once there ( Read more... )

Ethics had left her thoughtful, though less about her own particular choices and more about the others in her class.

Let it not be said that Rosalind shied away from her own decisions.

But, once class was over, she headed back to her room and soon was clicking away on her laptop.

This time she wasn’t exactly working however. She was looking up ( Read more... )

If asked why Rosalind had not made it to the library lately, well, in part it was that wasn't entirely certain if with his situation as it was, that Jono would appreciate too much company ( Read more... )

It was shameful, really, how neglectful of her duties she'd been. Rosalind rationalized the fact that checking in on some of her people was not being remiss at all and, after meeting with Katniss, she entered her room.

A check under the bed proved that Elena and Rookie were sleeping for the moment, well and good enough ( Read more... )

She was, Rosalind decided, going to kill Jono.

Or possibly just read the book he'd suggested out loud to him and see how he liked it. Of course, he was suspect anyway as having suggested the book in the first place ( Read more... )

It was early evening when Rosalind headed down to the beach, the wind tugging at her hair, her suit, around her ankles as she walked ( Read more... )

Rosalind had reluctantly confined her exploration of her surroundings to the dorms for the last few days and, after her classes were over (and the less said about the one, the better; why was she in Romance 101?) wandered back with only minimal contemplation of exploring elsewhere ( Read more... )