Book #2 of Girl of Mine ✑
1957. It's the things you thought were yours. It's the lack of control and how you ought to make the most of what you have. Love for yourself or passed loves. There isn't a way to take hold of carried feelings, the actions...
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Dedicated to Gauravaaditya — Gaurav🦃 _______________________________
To Gaurav — Welcome to that easter egg I planted in book 2 nearly a year ago 😂🙈
This chapter is dedicated to you. For our friendship throughout the past year and the new one arriving. Due to reasons you'll understand, I won't leave your dedication letter here 👀 You'll have to wait until the end of the chapter💜
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This chapter includes a belonging atmospheric soundtrack announced further into the chapter. The chapter was written with this given atmosphere in mind—setting the mood. I've added a link to a YouTube video version of the sound in the header. Click that when the soundtrack is announced, and it will bring the chapter alive 🌧
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Rosalie POV
The 19th of August, 1957.
«You call us when you get there, sweetheart.» My Mama held me, not wanting to let go of her daughter. Spending a couple of days at the summer Mansion had brought on questions about what I wanted to do with my life going forward. It had gotten me closer to my mom again, and for the first time in a long time, I felt the combination of my life in Madison and the life I'd created at Graceland. I had almost forgotten, but in a few days' time, the girls and Benny, Regina's boyfriend, were coming over to visit me in Memphis, so I hoped the bridge would only grow stronger.
«You sure you want to go back, pumpkin?» Wanting to hold me back, I knew my dad wanted me to think through moving back home to Madison. I had no plans to, though. Graceland and Elvis had become my home.
