<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 1st, a little after 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, moving around and winding up ultimately in  Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234943828[/URL)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone in the kitchen or within hearing distance.<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Victoria, Tempest and Anduin<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Holding a possible future in her hands and scared shitless<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rosalyn yawned delicately as she gracefully descended the steps, she felt a lot better after getting some good hard sleep and now her stomach was grumbling for breakfast... she found herself pondering what she planned to do today as she reached the bottom of the stairs, today was both one of her days off work and her birthday to boot.<br/><br/>Definitely she planned on spending time with her family for awhile today and she couldn't forget to give her cousin Tempest with whom she shared a birthday, the gift she'd gotten for her weeks ago and a big birthday hug... but what about after that?<br/>For some reason, Anduin immediately popped into her mind, she did have a new white lighter she needed to get to know better, maybe he might like to go out for a bite to eat and some conversation? She wouldn't lie, she loved history and was eager to pick his brain as much she could.<br/><br/>The sound of the mail truck driving past the house caught Rosalyn's focus then and her heart stopped for a brief moment within her chest... wasn't her letter from Le Cordon Bleu College of Culinary Arts supposed to come anywhere from now to any day? It was a little overwhelming on top of everything else that had gone down in the last twenty four hours... she had almost completely forgotten about the letter she'd been checking the mailbox for every single weekday morning...<br/><br/>Victoria knew, Rosalyn knew her beloved older cousin noticed her frantic racing for the mailbox every morning as soon as the mailman pulled away, though Rosalyn suspected she didn't say anything to spare Rosalyn a little bit of privacy and dignity. She knew how hard Rosalyn has been working to try and impress the prestigious culinary college.<br/><br/>“Oh, don't chicken out now, Rose” She chidded herself before she proceeded towards the foyer and headed right on out the door, the clicks of her heels on the paved walkway sounding much louder than they really were in her ears as she proceeded down the paved walkway leading down from their porch down to the mailbox “Now don't have a heart attack, Rose, there are other places you've applied to if you don't get in... even though you really, really want this school and it would keep you close to all the people you love... breath, just breath...”<br/><br/>Stopping by the mailbox, Rosalyn opened it up and withdrew the envelopes within, it looked like most of it was just bills... but... there it was... an envelope with the address of Le Cordon Bleu College of Culinary Arts stamped on it...<br/><br/>“Oh boy...” Rosalyn murmured with a shuddering breath... maybe she should wait till tomorrow to open it? What if she wasn't accepted and it ruined her birthday for her? Then again, maybe she shouldn't give herself the luxury of putting it off because it was easier, that just made it easier to do it more and more in the future as she made it a habit.<br/><br/>Releasing a heavy sigh of uncertainty, Rosalyn took the bundle of envelopes and made her way back up the walkway and into the house. She shut the door behind her and proceeded towards the kitchen, her heart pounding like a drum the whole time.<br/><br/>“Anyone else up? I could really use a hand to hold... my letter arrived in the mail...” Rosalyn called out as she entered.