This chapter involves a song that was written by a Viet artist, so I do not own anything unless I mention it. Nothing in this chapter!
Song is owned by Asia Entertainment, I'll give more details later!
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Gabi, let's go!"
Staring at the intricate patterns in which the floral arrangements of the bouquets were arranged in, Gabriella didn't hear Sharpay's shrill voice pierce the air around her.
"Gabriella, come on, let's go pick out our dresses," Taylor said, pulling her attention away from the flowers.
Reaching out, she touched a soft yellow petal of a colored rose and remember the one Troy gave her two days ago.
Flashback
Reciting the words as she wrote, Gabriella's pen moved swiftly across the pages of the notebook.
Just an ordinary day
Started out the same old way
But when I looked into your eyes
Right then I knew
I found the one
When I saw you smile at me
I felt the quivering through my knees
All along I knew someday
I'd give my heart to someone just like you
Smiling admirably at her work, Gabriella sighed, thinking that this be the duet she and Troy would sing.
As she placed her pen down, the door opened and Troy entered the room, with his hands behind his back.
"Hey Gabi," he said, standing beside the desk that she was working on, "I've got a surprise for you."
"Really? Troy, you know you don't have to do things like that for me!"
"But I wanted to," he answered, smiling, "plus, I went and talked to my coach about quitting the team and.."
"He said yes?" Gabriella asked, getting up quickly from her seat.
"No, because of my contract-" Gabriella's face fell, "but he did say that I've gotten an extended leave..."
"When do you have to go back?"
"You didn't let me finish... I've gotten an extended leave and I can return whenever I want to-"
"When's that?"
"Like I said. Whenever I want... which is never," Troy answered, grinning.
"Oh Troy!" Gabriella exclaimed, hugging him around his neck, "That's great!"
With one hand still behind his back, Troy patted Gabriella's head. "Gabi, do you want my surprise or not?"
"You mean that wasn't it?" she questioned, perplexed.
"No," Troy answered, "I remember, a couple years ago, we were in this field filled with yellow flowers and you said..."
"Yellow's my favorite color. I know, but what does that have to do with anything?" Gabriella asked, still wanting to know where he was going with this.
"Well, I went out and bought this for you." In his hand laid a single rose, a yellow rose. "The rose is known to be a flower of romance and yellow was your favorite color, so I thought maybe this would brighten up your day."
"Oh my, Troy!" She took the flower from his, looking at it in happiness, "I can't believe you remembered that tiny detail from so long ago."
"Well, Gabi, I love you. I just wish that I could spend everyday making you happy," Troy responded.
"Just having you by my side makes me happy, Troy, just don't leave my side and I'll be the happiest person on this earth!" she smelled the aroma that the flower gave off and could also smell Troy's cologne mixed in with its fragrance.
"What were you doing before I came in? Working on something important?"
"No-actually, yeah, it was important. It's the duet that I was thinking off. I've written out some lyrics..."
End Flashback
"Gabi," Taylor said, waving her hand in front of Gabriella's blank face, "Are you okay?!"
Snapping out of the memory, Gabriella saw her friend's hand flying in front of her face. "Oh, I'm sorry! I guessed I kinda spaced out again..."
"Again!" Sharpay yelled in exasperation, "That was like the 5th time we've stopped to pull you out of some trance."
Smiling, Gabriella took a step closer to her friends. "I'm sorry. I'm just glad that me and Troy finally decided on a wedding date."
"Really?!" Sharpay exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought that I did. I guess it slipped my mind..."
Continuing From the Last Flashback
"Actually, Gabi, before we get to that, there's been one tiny detail that's been bugging me," Troy said, pulling the paper out of Gabriella's hands and placing it on the desk.
"What's that, Troy?"
"The date..."
"The date of what?" Gabriella asked, once again lost in translation.
"Of the wedding. We haven't talked about it since...you know...that night."
Gabriella knew which night he meant, that night where they almost got carried away, but luckily, Gabriella's promise stopped them from going too far before marriage.
"Yeah, you're right. We should focus a bit on our wedding plans, shouldn't we?"
"I hoped you felt the same," Troy revealed, "Now, what should the date be?"
"Umm, we did say some time in the summer, right?"
"Yeah, we did. And you said that you would've liked it to be on a Friday, right?"
"Yup!"
"How about..." Troy paced the room, thinking, stroking his chin. This reminded Gabriella of the old movies with the detectives who paced while they tried to piece together the pieces and caused her to giggle a bit.
"What's so funny?" Troy asked.
"Nothing," she said through her soft giggles, "Now which date do you have in mind?"
"Let's see... I don't know the dates by heart, so we might need to look at the..." he took a dramatic pause then turned to Gabriela and said in a very heroic and gallant voice, "The calendar!"
Once again, Gabriella broke into a fit of giggles. Troy grinned, grateful that Gabriella found his actions amusing. Together, they pulled out the calendar from the drawer in the desk and flipped to August.
"How about..." Gabriella said, running her finger along the Fridays, "How about...August 17th?"
"August 17th? I was just looking at that date too."
"So, is it agreed? August 17th?"
"August 17th it is!" Troy announced epically, "Now about the lyrics..."
End Flashback
"So that's the official date?" Taylor asked, looking at her friend with anxious eyes.
"Yup, we decided that it would be the perfect day for us," Gabriella declared, processing down the street, window shopping.
"Great! Let me call Kelsi," Sharpay said, pulling her phone out her purse, tagging behind Gabriella and Taylor.
"Call Kelsi? Why?" Gabriella asked, looking at a purple dress in the window they were standing in front of.
"So she can come back and play for your wedding!" Sharpay said, pressing Kelsi's speed dial, "She played for Ryan's, and she was marvelous."
"I don't want to pull her from her worldwide tour."
"No! She would be glad to come back here to play her lovely arrangements for your special day!" Sharpay retorted, holding the sparkly pink phone up to her ear.
Walking into what looked like an expensive store, Gabriella and Taylor were pushed in by Sharpay. Apparently, she was going to pick out the dresses for the wedding and the reception party.
As Sharpay talked a storm with the designer, Gabriella looked at the formal gowns around her. One caught her eye in particular. A royal blue evening dress with a sweetheart neckline and it cascaded to a ruche front embellished with rhinestones along the front. Reaching out and touching it, Gabriella felt the silk-like material.
Continuing From the Last Flashback
"Yeah!" Gabriella said, picking up the paper and showing Troy what she had finished thus far.
"Gabi, babe, this is wonderful and touching. You know what this reminds me of?" Troy announced as he finished.
"The night we met?"
"Yeah, doesn't it? As I heard you sing, I looked into your eyes, seeing how innocent and gentle your soul was. I knew from that moment you were the one."
"Funny, the second verse mimics how I felt every time you smiled at me. I could just melt into your arms. And I knew that you were the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."
The both laughed. Still holding the rose in her hand, Gabriella stepped closer to Troy.
"Troy, I love you."
"Gabi, I love you too."
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Gabriella pulled Troy into a passionate kiss, the rose hanging from her hand as Troy picked her up.
End Flashback
"Gabi! Can you come over here? I need your measurements!" Sharpay said, apparently done talking to Kelsi.
"Okay," she answered, looking back at the dress.
"Now," Sharpay said on her arrival, "stand here."
"Alright..." Gabriella stepped up on the stool and was immediately attacked by a tape measure, taking measurements from her arms to her height to her bust line. "Umm...Sharpay, is this all necessary?"
"Yeah, if I'm designing your dress, I need to have all of your measurements. Every measurement."
"Alright..."
Letting Sharpay work her magic with the tape measure, Gabriella kept her eyes on the blue dress that was calling her name.
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In my profile is the dress that Gabriella was looking at.
With much love,
Kat