Maid in Seattle [Elvis]

Chapter 23 - Elvis and the Hotel Maid

So... this is the last chapter! Enjoy!

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The next day, every paper I saw had my and Elvis's picture on the front page, together. This was the hot story now, and everyone wanted to know more about it. I had to walk around with my hair shielding my face just so people wouldn't stop me to ask about my famous boyfriend.

Finding another job wasn't all that difficult. The moment I applied for the hotel that was only a mile away from my home, they took me up instantly. I had called them, making my interest clear, and they said I would start the next Monday. I never even had to go in for an interview. I tried not to think about it, but I knew that they wanted me because of my relations to a famous person.

"Good luck on your first day," Oh-ma said to me in Korean as I was about to walk out the door, my black hair up in a bun, and I was in a pink casual dress that I would change out of once I got to work.

"Thanks, Oh-ma. I'm pretty excited to see how this job turns out."

"I'm sure it will be very similar to your last job. Just don't fall in love with any of the guests."

I laughed. "Oh-ma, I won't be able to fall in love with any other man, now that I have Elvis. I don't even want to look at another man now that I have him."

Oh-ma brought me into a hug, and I smelled the flower-scented powder that she used. "Just be careful, that's all I'm saying, okay?"

"Okay, Oh-ma." We came out of the hug and met her brown eyes. "Oh-ma, you're okay with me going steady with a famous man, right?"

She gave me a beautiful smile and rubbed her hand up and down my arm in reassurance. "I don't care if he is famous or not. I'm just so happy that you found a man who adores you and loves you. That's all I really wanted for you. Same with your appa."

I gave her another hug and held her for a minute. "Thank you, Oh-ma. I'm slowly getting used to being with a famous man. He's been so wonderful in trying to make me comfortable whenever I'm pressed for questions by people. Even when he's not around, I just imagine him next to me, being encouraging."

She patted my back. "You found the perfect man."

"I believe I did."

We came out of our hold again, and I gripped my brown purse strap. "Well, I'm off. I'll see you tonight. I love you."

"I love you, too, my sweet and beautiful daughter."

I grinned at that and left the apartment. Out in the hallway, there wasn't a soul around. Maybe I would be able to travel to work without interruption. Well, not much interruption. I could always be hopeful.

Blissful silence until I walked out of my apartment building. I immediately was met by male and female reporters all demanding to know more about my relationship with Elvis. Now, I couldn't escape it. At least, I thought that for a second until someone pulled my arm through the hoard of noisy reporters. I saw blonde hair.

"Carry?!" I hollered over all the ruckus.

"Don't say a word! We're getting you out of here!"

She pulled me, and we both started running, and the reporters followed. Finally, when we turned into an alleyway between two building, we lost the reporters. Out of breath, I said, "Thanks for that, Carry."

"You're welcome," she said out of breath as well, and she leaned against the wall to the building on our right. "I was waiting for you, but then people from the press started showing up. I knew you would get hounded."