"I now pronounce you man and wife." The priest closed his book and looked at the happy couple. "You may kiss the bride."
Troy turned toward Gabriella and leaned forward to kiss her. She closed her eyes and leaned toward him, her lips impatiently waiting.
Gabriella groaned as her eyes fluttered open. This event invaded her dreams multiple times a week and ended at that exact moment. She threw off the white satin covers and sank her feet into pink plush slippers. It had been years since she left East High, years since she left Troy Bolton. She had left him in the arms of another woman. He called her every day, occasionally even multiple times- but her pride refused to let her call him back. Her heart was crushed when she learned he had cheated on her. Now, she refused to let him have that chance to hurt her again. Eventually, the calls just ended. Gabriella was upset, mainly at herself for letting him go. That was three years ago.
Now she was at a Florida college far away from Albuquerque. Like any ordinary girl, she tried to move on. She dated a few guys on her campus, but found herself comparing them to Troy.
Gabriella took a quick shower, and pulled on Victoria Secret sweatpants and an Abercrombie polo. She wrapped her long wavy hair into a messy bun, without a glance in the mirror. Suddenly, the phone rang loudly. '
'Hello," she asked into the receiver.
"Gabriella!" Her eyes widened with recognition.