A door on the left opened onto a bedroom that was disproportionally clean in comparison with the rest of the apartment. The bed was made neatly, the bookcase was in order, and the bedside table sported none of the personal baubles that would usually decorate a bedroom. A more in depth scan of the room would reach the same conclusion: ordered closet (full of elegant expensive dresses not intended to be worn often), empty drawers, and the lack of the over-romantic feminism that appeared in the rest of the apartment all suggested that this was not Rosalie's room.