The Colonel's Daughter [Elvis]

Chapter 12 - The Hidden Secrets of Two Stars

The papers were blasted with the story of Elvis Presley meeting Marilyn Monroe and then having a dinner two days later. It would be the story of the year, according to one reporter. I didn't doubt it. There was speculation that more was going on, of course, how reporters and media liked to spin stories, but we knew the truth. As unreal as it was for both me and Elvis, the bombshell of Hollywood became our friend.

My hair was still a little damp from a shower as I applied my makeup, and I was already dressed for the day. This evening was the special dinner that would take place in that dining area that I snuck into while Elvis and my dad were talking. My heart futtered with nervousness, even though the dinner was hours away.

Knocking sounded on the door, and I went to go get it. Brenda was revealed after I opened the door, greeting me with a huge smile. "Hey, lady! Wow, you look amazing."

I smirked and walked back into my suite as my best friend followed, and I sat back at the table in the room that was basically a vanity desk. I had bought a small mirror to prop up on it, and the table was strewn with makeup and hair products, including a curling iron.

"I haven't even done my hair yet," I contradicted as I finished up my mascara, and Brenda sat on the edge of the bed as she watched me get ready.

"Hey, you look amazing even after you get out of bed. I've always been jealous of you because of that. You can look beautiful without even trying."

I gave her a smile. "Thank you, Brenda. That's sweet."

"It's no wonder that Elvis is crazy about you. He loves beautiful girls, and you're a force to be reckoned with. He couldn't resist."

That smile faded. "Let's not talk about Elvis, please."

"And why not? You're crazy about him. If your favorite actress hadn't made an appearance on the set the other day, you and Elvis would've gone into a passionate lip-lock in that empty conference room." She gave me a sly wink. "Tell me I'm wrong. You fell for him, and you've put down all the blocks."

"Not all of them." I tried to shake away the memory of the conference room as well as the custodial closet. The latter was a mistake, and if that sort of thing happened again, it would be a mistake, too... wouldn't it? "I just... Elvis, really... that man is going to be my undoing."

"I think you should just go for it with him. You both are crazy about each other, and I think you've gotten passed the whole 'his manager is your father' thing. Right?"

I stopped doing my lashes for a moment as I stared at my reflection and hair that was still drying. The scent of my shampoo was overwhelming, but I loved it—German lavender. My thoughts ran as I stared at my eyes, and they showed the longing that I was feeling for that hip-swinging star.

"I... You know? Let's just not talk about Elvis at the moment. Let's talk about..."

My speaking was cut off when the there was knocking on the door again, and Brenda and I looked at one another with confused looks. Who could that be? My father and Elvis were out, the same with Elvis's entourage, as well as Juliet and Anita. Everyone was busy. We knew no one else here.

"Maybe it's someone from the crew?" Brenda asked. "Maybe they need you after all."

"I was told there were enough people today and that I could have today and tomorrow off." I got up. "I'll get the door. Maybe room service got the wrong room."

We both went to the door, and I opened it and let out a gasp at who was standing there in a very attractive dark-blue skirt-suit that had fur lining on the edges of the coat, and the whole outfit hugged her form with no mercy. I blinked several times, trying to process her.