Harvard Elite Dormitory. Rosy's Bedroom.
"You are so fickle. Fickle as a wind!" I lamented.
Rosy had not been able to decide on her outfit for an hour, and Mickey and I were obediently waiting for her. Mickey was flipping through a fashion magazine, and I was looking through the CD collection of Rosy's roommate.
The interior of the room gave out the wealth of its residents. Mickey and Rosy lived in the far building, in an elite dormitories, which only the children of very wealthy parents could afford. They ruled this place and were allowed everything, including smoking w**d in the rooms.
There were three bedrooms for two people each on every floor of the nine-storey building. The bedroom windows opened onto the Harvard Park. And the interior of the rooms impressed with its luxury. E
