The girl and her true love knight

Chapter 1

I expected Elvis to stealthily marry us as fugitives in Las Vegas, and the exact opposite happened. Most hotels in Florida, Hawaii, and Arizona offered fugitive package deals including weddings, hotel accommodations, massages, and meals. Adam and Adrianne paid for our wedding as a gift with an arrangement at Keys. My father opposed the marriage and kept his promise. He completely disinherited me, left me without money and no contact. - He will change his mind, my brothers said, but I told them I did not want him to change his mind because I had had enough of him and his controls for the rest of my life. Adrianne and I had a big argument the first time she tried to explain to me that Charles would love me forever.

- Of course, he will, but only as a pawn, a child, but not as an adult with her own opinion and wishes ... no. He loves only those who live to please him.

- He will need you, Adrianne assured me, - one day.

- He will not. You are at his disposal now. 

- I know it was not fair that I threw that at her, but I could not help myself. - You can play the good daughter, I do not want to play anymore. I snapped. We did not talk for eternity after that. Erick and I moved to Plano in North Texas where Erick worked as an appraiser for a construction company. It was not an ideal job, but it was well paid especially overtime. I got a part-time job as a marketing coordinator at the Darlington Hotel which meant I would help the communications director on marketing projects. Darlington was a sleek, modern hotel whose shape resembled a phallus covered with a layer of pink granite. Maybe that was exactly the subconscious reason why it was voted the most romantic hotel in Dallas.-You and your architecture. Every hotel looks like a p***s or a box of oatmeal, I told Erick.- But that is why you like the red flying horse, he pointed out. I have to admit he was right. I was weak on that neon Pegasus, the iconic symbol that was placed on the Magnolia building in 1934. An otherwise sightless view. I was not sure what to think of Dallas. Compared to Houston, it was a spotlessly clean, cosmopolitan, and well-organized city. Fewer cowboy hats and more good manners. It was also much more politically stable, not like Houston who would experience drastic changes from election to election. Dallas was classy and measured. It gave the impression that it had to prove itself, like a woman burdened with what she was going to wear to another date. Perhaps this was due to the fact that it did not have a port like other big cities. Dallas gained in importance in the 1970s when two railroads, the Houston-Texas and Texas-Pacific, were built, which intersected in the middle of the city. Thanks to that, it became a large commercial center. Erick's family lived in and around Dallas. His parents divorced and remarried while he was still a child. It was difficult for me to discern who was who given that he had numerous half-sisters, half-brothers, sisters, brothers, and children from his mothers and fathers second marriage. It did not seem to matter either because they were not close anyway. We bought a small ground-floor house with two garages and access to a communal pool. I furnished it with cheap and colorful modern furniture, potted plants, and Mexican pottery. In the living room, we had a framed copy of an old poster featuring a black-haired girl with a basket of fruit. Below it was the inscription, 

VISIT MEXICO THE LAND OF ABUNDANCE.

- This is our personal style, I would tell Erick when he complained that our furniture sucks and he hates western style. - I call it Crazy Ikea style. I think we discovered something special. Soon

everyone will copy it. Besides, that is the only thing we could afford.- We could have afforded the palace if your father had not been such an asshole, he said grimly. I was so surprised by the dose of repulsion that flashed like thunder from the clear sky. My affection for Erick's house was obviously annoying. He said he was just teasing me. He was just testing me to see if someone who grew up in luxury could be happy in a place like this.

- Of course, I can, as long as I have you. That is why I do not need a palace to be happy. Erick seemed to have suffered because of our circumstances much more than I did. He would say he hates that I have to live on so little money and that we can not afford two cars. - I really do not mind, I said, and he would be angry because he thought that if it bothered him, it should bother me.