Priscilla Beaulieu
walks down her high-school hallway. In languid slow-motion, she’s soundtracked to Tommy James & the Shondells’ sinuous, seductively repetitive ‘Crimson And Clover’. This young girl is not yet the famous wife known as Priscilla Presley, signified by the lacquered black beehive and ’60s cat eyeliner: she has lighter brown hair, swept to one side, and she looks her age, a whole 15, for one thing. But she has met — and kissed — Elvis Aaron Presley. Ergo the besotted smile and snagged-a-dreamboat stare.