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Slipping her palms down into the gown she had, she already admires the perfect texture of the golden white gown. With the silver ring in her finger, she remembered how he proposed in front of her father, of the twins and in the whole world. The sweet voices of her twins whenever they sing were echoing in her ears and she can also feel the passionate kisses she shard with her fiancé. No wonder how she fell in loved in every part of him.
The sun raised two hours from now causing each and every people in the world to wake up and start a wonderful ordinary day. But for her, today was just no ordinary day... This day would be so special not only because she's gonna wear that golden white gown, hold a bouquet of white flowers in her hand and walk down the aisle, pulling the end of her gown? It would possible be the reason that this day would be so memorably and unforgettable special because it's the day she's officially give her maiden name and change it into... Mrs. Troy Bolton.
She's been waiting exactly for this day, suffering a four long weeks of preparation. The preparation was too long and too tiring to be considered but it was worth the effort. Her gown was elegant with the sparkling bead and gems sewed in the silky satin fabric, the veil that covered almost of her hair and the white sparkling stilettos Sharpay had chosen for her and the white bouquet of flowers that Taylor picked for her.
She crossed her leg while sitting in the long seat of the limousine. The seat was partially uncomfortable aside from the small bump stroking her ass but it was because she was feeling nervous. What if she stuttered while saying 'I do'? What if she gets tripped in the middle of the aisle? What if...
This situation was killing her. But, the guests attending her wedding makes her strong. There were political officials, Hollywood stars and other famous people. Why are there political officials? Did Troy invited them? He never mentioned about it... they know it was a big event but she doesn't expect that Troy will invite political officials, or did he?
"What time is it?" Gabriella asked the driver, feeling a little anxious about what'll happen in the next few minutes. The driver lifted his wrist and looked at the watch, seeing it was already nearing ten in the morning. "It's nearing ten..." he said and took a sip in his cup of coffee, "your wedding starts in a few, Miss Montez." he added and took another sip. Gabriella slowly nodded her head and turned into the window.
"Why are there political officials? Do you know who invited them?" Gabriella asked as she removes the silver engraved engagement ring in her finger and placed it in a necklace chain. She locked the chain around her neck, making the ring a pendant for a necklace. "Some says that your father is coming today and he invited the political officials." the driver said, freezing Gabriella in her seat. Her father is coming? Is he going to stop the wedding or he's going to piss her off? Either way, no one can stop the wedding no matter what.
Knock... knock...
Gabriella quickly turns her head to the other window, seeing her driver to come out and open her door. Is it ready to start? She thought. A man wearing a tuxedo and with a walking stick. This man is so familiar to her and she already knew who it was. "What are you doing here?" Gabriella asked sarcastically, interlocking her fingers old man smiled and looked at her. He just stood his walking stick firmly and sighed heavily.
"Do you remember when we used to play with your mom?" Her father asked but Gabriella cut in with her voice quite rising, "Don't get mom into this..." she snapped. He can't blame her. He had the wrong actions in taking care of Gabriella. He's always been working all day and night and just let her to be rebellious.
"Let me finish, okay?" her father convinced and Gabriella turned silent for a sudden. She knew she was wrong for yelling but she can't help it. Why is he being like this? "I missed all of the time I used to spend with you and your mom... maybe I just got carried away with my emotions because I love your mom. When she died, I already don't know how to take care of you but... I love you, Gabriella." he explained.
"And what about the thing that I'm not your daughter? That I'm a kid of mom from other guy." Gabriella said, with tears slowly forming in her eyelids.
"I said it in the wrong place and time... I meant, yes," he said and looked for the word to fit in his explanation, "you weren't my real child but now that I realized that you still were my child, legally, I have my responsibilities for you." he added.
"Dad," she said as tears slowly let down her eyes, "what about Troy? I love him so much..."
"I know..." he said, "And I was overreacting what will people think that you're gonna marry a bodyguard but I was wrong. He was the perfect guy for you. He proved that when he kept on looking for you and got the courage to propose on you in front of the whole world..."
Gabriella breathed. She didn't expect that her father will apologize in her wedding day. It has always been her dream to be close again to her father and now it was slowly getting fulfilled. "Gabriella," he started again, "I'm sorry."
"I forgive you..." she cried, "And I'm sorry too for never listening to you."
"You don't have to apologize because it's the advantage that you didn't listen to me because I was a wrong father for you."
"You can change it..." Gabriella said and smiled, "be a father to me. Treat Troy as a worthy son-in-law and my kids as your granddaughters." Instead of answered, he pulled her into a big hug and she continued to sob in his shoulders. It has been forever when she felt a lovingly father's hug... she missed her father and now, she got her father back. "I love you, dad."
"Me too, sweet pea." He said and she smiled as she heard that nickname again. That was what he used to call her when she was younger and now, he called her again. Sweet pea.
They soon pulled away and stared at each other. "I'm gonna walk you in the aisle like what usually fathers do." he said and Gabriella giggled at that.
The wedding ceremony was perfect. She didn't stuttered and she didn't tripped into the red carpet of the aisle. Glad none of those happened. She can remember the greatest thing in being married.
"You may kiss the bride." the priest and the guest started to clap their hands. He pulled her close and kissed her lips passionately with sweetness. He can taste the sweet raspberry lipstick he used to admire when she puts it on. They can hear they loud screams and shouts of the guest especially the voice of the shriek woman, Sharpay.
That would be the best part of the ceremony. When he kiss her, she just froze there and won't move a bit. She felt like she's petrified by some force that she can't understand.
She was sitting in the white clothed seat in front of a round table. She grabbed the thin glass stand of her cup and sip a little water, wetting her dried throat. Then, she just felt her arms being pulled by some hand causing her to look back and smiled. It was Troy who was calling her attention. "Let's dance." he said.
"What?" Gabriella asked.
"I said let's dance. Like the time we first dance in the gazebo." he answered. She slowly got up and went with him into the dance floor. Spotlights were roaming around the floor, spotting some couples dancing in the sweet moment of song. He placed his hand in her waist and she wrapped her arms around him. "Hmm," Gabriella said as he kisses her cheeks and nose. A soft giggle left her mouth and pulled herself closer to him.
"I see your father and you are getting better." he whispered in her ears.
"We got better. There's a big difference." Gabriella rolled her eyes at him.
"That's the same, babe." he cooed.
"Whatever." she groaned and they continued on slowly swaying into the slow music. She stared in her eyes and for the millionth time, she got lost again. He slowly leaned forward to her lips until... his own crashed into the sweet raspberry coated lips of his wife. They continued on kissing in the middle of the dancing couples...
"It's fate..." -Zac
"It's written in the stars..." -Vanessa
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