The Colonel's Daughter [Elvis]

Chapter 13 - A Large Conversation in a Small Room

Hey, everyone! I hope you all are liking the story! Sorry, it's taking me a little while to get out these chapters. The holiday season has been distracting me, and I've been watching a bunch of those cheesy rom-com Christmas movies, haha. Anyway, I'll try to get the chapters out when I can. I'm anticipating a few more chapters after this one.

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Brenda squealed with glee when she found out what happened between Elvis and I after our dinner with the most popular star of Hollywood, and that she was the main person who gave us the push we needed to go for it, regardless of anything else... including my father.

"It's really about time," my best friend told me as we both were sitting on my bed in my suite the morning after that sensational kiss that happened outside the door to this suite. I thought about that kiss a million times since it happened. I even dreamed about it! I longed for it to happen again, but I knew that Elvis would be busy all day today, and I most likely wouldn't see him until tonight. I was counting the minutes.

"I know," I said as I was still grinning and playing with a loose thread on the thick top blanket of my bed. "I was so against starting something with him, but now..."

"But now, you can't stop being dreamy-eyed," Brenda said and bumped my arm slyly. We both giggled. "I'm so happy for you. So, are you going to keep things a secret, or..."

I huffed through my nose as that grin dissipated. "I don't know. Yes, my father won't be pleased, but he should be used to Elvis being involved with a girl."

"It's just this time, it's his only child who he told Elvis to stay away from in any romantic sense," she finished. "Well, you're right—he's just going to have to deal with it. But you have to tell him if Elvis won't today. Do you think your dad's with him today, or is it just his entourage and father?"

I shrugged. "I honestly don't know. My dad goes with Elvis almost everywhere, aside to the set most of the time. I'll see if he's in his suite. Really, this is ridiculous. Elvis and I are grown adults. We shouldn't be held back by his fame, what his manager says he should do, or anything else."

Brenda fisted the air. "That's the spirit! You go and tell your dad what's what. Two people in love should be together. Isn't that what Marilyn said?"

"Not in those exact words, but yes. She urged us to just go for it, and... well, we did. It's hard to believe that one, I'm romantically involved with one of the most famous guys in the world; and two, that it was one of the most famous women in the world who pushed us together. What has my life come to?"

"It comes from having your father be the manager of that most famous man." She looped her arm with mine as we sat on the bed, and I smelled her rose perfume. "Again, I'm so happy for you. You deserve a great guy, and while Elvis is famous, he's a good man with a huge heart. And he's incredibly handsome."

"You got that right."

We both giggled at that girlishly, and we fell over onto our sides, and Brenda started going on about Paul and their last conversation and how he implied that there was a surprise awaiting her when she arrived back in Germany. I only had one guess as to what that was, as did she. We both were doing well in the romance department... at least, I hoped that I was. I detested Elvis in the beginning, but now, I just really wanted to be with him.

I hoped my father wouldn't do anything to hinder that.

Brenda and I chose to go and get an early lunch in the dining hall of this hotel, and after, I would see if I could find my father. Of course, the press stopped us and asked us questions about that dinner with Marilyn Monroe and Elvis, and the friendship we had with the both of them. Well, I said nothing about the fact that Elvis and I were more than friends.