#19: Wedding Bells in Vegas
After nearly eight years of waiting, Priscilla finally became Mrs. Presley in a short, efficient Las Vegas ceremony. The guest list was tight, the vows quick, and the media blitz immediate. To the public, it was a fairytale: the king had found his queen. Behind the scenes, it was a more calculated effort.

The Colonel urged marriage for publicity’s sake, and Elvis, though fond of Priscilla, seemed more resigned than ecstatic. Still, he played the part—grinning for the cameras, cutting cake, posing like royalty. Priscilla wore a teased bouffant and frosted eyeshadow. He wore a tux. The honeymoon was already complicated.
