Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
"Sleeping Beauty," she explained. To Rosalie, the story and the idea that she was part of it was most acceptable when she thought of it in the original context. "Call me Rosalie, please. I was- am, I mean, a princess. Not your princess though. Different story." She thought about who she knew from the building. Boyd wasn't a princess and neither was Ella. Evelyn? That was a possibility. There was Lotte too, but as a dancer, Rosalie thought it was more likely that she was from a book. "I can try to help you find her, if you'd like?"