Rosalie was relieved to be coming back. Whatever was happening, however much she hated the building sometimes, at least it had people. People that she loved even when they were doing horrible things like locking people up in apartments. She knew that Boyd had to be scared, that Vlad was most likely stressed out about the money and that Ella would probably believe anything that Daniel told her, but it still frightened her that they were so willing to lock Shane up on Boyd's word, that the few people she fully trusted couldn't even trust each other enough to act rationally. Shane was trying to help, she was sure of that, like she was sure that he would never do anything to hurt Boyd, including do this to her.
When she knocked on the door to 905 early in the morning though, there was no response, and whether he was sleeping, didn't hear her, or just didn't choose to answer, there was nothing she could do without a key. Resolving to try again later, Rosalie was heading back down to 701 when her phone alarm went off, letting her know that commencement started in an hour. How the hell was it Monday already?
Panicking slightly, Rosalie got back to her apartment and scrambled to find a suitable dress. Grandmere was going to have something to say about her appearance anyway, if Rosalie even made it on time. She ended up straightening her hair, having no time to fix the curls, and hurriedly called a cab. It was chance that she grabbed her mail on the way out, vaguely intending to see if there was an invitation with more specific instructions. Instead, the first thing on the stack of magazines was the note. She read it once, realized that it was from Derek, and went back, trying to keep the tears burning behind her eyes from slipping out. Why did people always leave? Derek had been the only person who knew almost everything about her actual life.
The cab stopped and she paid numbly, getting out and trying to compose herself, shove all of her feelings somewhere far away where they couldn't show. It worked as it should-- she had had enough practice-- and she pulled back her shoulders and crumpled the note in her fist, hoping to get through this as soon as she could and just go home.