All the eyes in the pool table room drifted to you as you entered, innocent hands behind your back while your light pink polka-dotty dress flowed over your figure.

"There she is! Lemme get a good look at you.."

The deep, Memphis voice you've always dreamt and loved called out from a small gathering of men as Elvis pushed his way through to reach you.

"Hi.."

He spoke, wrapping his arms around your waist before picking you up, twirling you around while his lips were passionately pressed against your cheek. His friends cheered at the sight, always enthusiastic for you and Elvis's relationship despite the age difference (14 and 24.)

"Where've you been all my life? Lemme see you. Lemme see you. You look beautiful."

You were put back on the ground, while he fixed up your skirt and stepped back to scan you and your body.

"Oh, you look beautiful."

He mumbled again, his hand on his mouth while he inhaled sharply, clearly drawn in by your beauty.