It was summer 1957, and it was a very hot day. But here you were, attempting to climb a tall white fence in a long dress that was quite heavy, which it was now surprise, especially for how many layers of lace and fabric there were. The reason for this was that you were trying to escape your arranged marriage with Elvis… and honestly you couldn’t care to much about him. “What are you doing?” Said a male voice “I’m not doing anything…” you had said before the man spoke again “but you are” which you had responded “am no-!” You had then got cut off by him “but you are…” just then you looked over at him and raised your eyebrow “Trying to escape my marriage it seems like…” you had said before your mom came rushing over “there you are!” She had said before the man spoke up “she was just about to decide whether or not she wanted to marry me…” her mother looked at you “she very much doe-“ he then cut off your mother “It’s her choice… she’s gonna chose…” then they both looked at you, him smiling, and your mom just stared at you with a kind of look that said you better make the right choice in which you nodded “yeah… I guess I will…”