Who: Daniel and Rosalie What: Welcome to your new home Where: Piedmont Village When: After this, so very early Monday morning Warnings: Unlikely?
When Boyd had said that Rosalie could put something on her bruises, Rosalie was quite sure that the other girl didn't have any idea what exactly that would entail. First things first, she had pulled her old box of ballet stuff out from under the guest bed and found a wrap for her ankle. She had already volunteered the lie and now she had to stick to it. The wrap went around her left foot, leaving her right free to drive. Next came coffee. It wouldn't do at all to fall asleep.
Only after the coffee had been set to brew did Rosalie empty her arsenal of cosmetics onto the bathroom counter. There were more creams and powders than any one person could possibly require and yet she seemed to know the use for all of them, from the way she quickly sorted out several specific tubes and compacts. Neutralize the color, conceal it, then normal make-up. That was how she needed to do it, and she needed to do it well.
Staring into the mirror, Rosalie forced a deep breath before she began. The slight shadows under her eyes were a result of her sleep, which had grown more jumpy and unpredictable after Margot's attack. Her apartment didn't feel quite safe anymore, and Rosalie had found that without music or television or some sort of background noise, she jumped at the slightest sounds, which was something that she needed to get that under control before anyone noticed.
Glancing out of the bathroom just once with her peripheral vision, she started in on her face. It took nearly an hour of dabbing and brushes, interspersed with soft winces of pain whenever her fingers rubbed in too hard. Eventually though, the bruises were completely hidden, the only unusual thing on her face being that it was barely a shade darker. There were still hours left before the car came for Daniel, but Rosalie threw some things in a bag and poured the finished coffee into a cup anyway. She slipped into a long coat, hooked her elbow through her purse and recovered her car keys from the back of a drawer. The walk to the parking garage was cold, but the chill was almost welcome after a week and a half of her apartment.
Rosalie's car was a shiny black Mercedes-Benz that she hardly glanced at twice as she opened the door and slipped inside. She liked walking and taxis and looking at the city as she went through it instead of fighting through traffic. There was also an ever-present danger to her driving, sight enough, but still there. After taking a sip of coffee though, she put the car into gear and headed out of the city. She knew the way to Piedmont Village well enough, not from actually staying there herself, but from visits to her uncle and various family friends over the course of her childhood. Rosalie stopped twice on the way, once for gas and once at a store she knew of right outside the community, where she picked up a few things for Daniel.
Boyd must have already okayed her, because Rosalie was let in without a problem and given directions to the villa that was to be Daniel's. She let herself in, but didn't get a chance to look around the house, instead heading straight to a couch and immediately falling asleep.