UTOPIA HIGH

preparations

Morgan and Reon shared laughter throughout dinner, while George sat in silence, his face expressionless. Unsettled, George abruptly stood up and headed to the sitting room, surprising Morgan and Reon.

Morgan, shaking her head, assured, "Don't mind him."

Reon chimed in, "Yeah, no problem. Oh, and I have a favor to ask."

Curious, Morgan asked, "What is it, Reon?"

With a grateful smile, Reon explained, "My best friend has a date tomorrow, and I want to send him one of the outfits you bought me if it wont be any trouble."

Morgan, looking at Reon, responded, "Why would that be troublesome? Of course, I'll order my butler at once."

"Thank you so much," Reon expressed his gratitude.

"Of course. Now, let me show you to your room," Morgan said as she stood up, leading Reon to his accommodations.

Reon followed Morgan across the staircase, and she reassured him, "I've ordered my butler to take one set to Gray, so it's all set."

As they walked towards Reon's room, Morgan pointed out the elegant furnishings, "The taste in furniture here is inspired by a blend of classical and modern styles. The serene environment is truly beautiful."

Reon, admiring the decor, asked, "Who lived here before?"

Morgan explained, "The former resident was the daughter of the director of Utopia. She was a brilliant student, and her influence is reflected in the sophistication of this place."

Reon nodded, impressed, "It's truly remarkable."

Morgan smiled, "I'm glad you appreciate it. Your room is just ahead; I hope you find it comfortable."

As they entered Reon's room, he marveled at its size and beauty, asking, "Is this even a guest room or a master room?"

Morgan chuckled, "It's a guest room," she said, sitting on the bed. "Do you remember that day with rain and a torch? It was so romantic; I will forever cherish that moment."

Seated nearby, Reon agreed, "Me too," their eyes locked in a shared memory. Morgan leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on Reon's cheek, saying, "Well, good night. Tomorrow is the big day."

Reon, still starring at Morgan, replied softly, "Good night," as she walked out in her pajama dress.

Reon lay on the bed, admiring the grand chandelier on the roof, muttering, "Man, this house is insane."

Meanwhile, Morgan strolled down the stairs and noticed George sitting on the couch, engrossed in writing. Curious, she asked, "What are you writing?"

George sighed, "Just calculating a probability problem in math."

Impulsively, Morgan offered, "Wow, can I help?"

George hesitated, "Uhm, no, I'm good. Besides, I'm already done."

Moving closer, Morgan playfully rose her night pajamas up and sat on George's lap. He held her waist, stating, "I'm not okay being in the same house with a stunted."

Morgan, holding George's cheeks, countered, "The 'talls' and the 'stunteds' are just titles we gave each other based on possessions and wealth, but we are all humans in the end."

George scoffed, "They made you soft."

Morgan asserted, "They showed me that we are wrong. Reon is sweet, kind, generous, and has never thought ill of anyone."

Interrupting, George dismissed Reon, "Because he's a loser. How can he have the guts to say anything?"

Morgan, looking upset, retorted, "Now you're being a jerk."

George, realizing his tone, sighed, "Fine, I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel like I'm controlling you. Think of them as you want."

Morgan stood up from George's lap, stating, "I'm going to bed." The tension lingering, she left the room, leaving George to reflect on his words.

George shook his head, muttering, "Shit, there's no pleasing this woman," as he returned to his calculations.

Meanwhile, Morgan reached her bed, jumped onto it, and sighed, "Sometimes George annoys me with his word choices. I wish he had Reon's mindset." Closing her eyes, she drifted into sleep, only to be awakened by the morning sunshine.

Waking up, she stretched her body, realizing George was in the shower. Intrigued, she followed the sound of the water to the bathroom, casually taking off her pajamas.

In the bathroom, George stood against the wall, the warmth of the water cascading down his body, wetting his hair and sculpted physique. Unbeknownst to him, Morgan approached from behind, her presence evident only when she began to kiss his back, slow and deliberate.

George, sensing her, turned around, locking eyes with Morgan. "I hate it when we fight," he confessed.

Morgan, sharing the sentiment, replied softly, "I hate it too," as he leaned in, and their lips met in a kiss, momentarily casting away the tension. The steamy atmosphere of the bathroom enveloped them, and the soothing sound of running water provided a backdrop to their intimate moment.

Gray, in the midst of a deep sleep, heard a knock. Stretching himself, still drowsy, he stumbled to the door and opened it to find a delivery guy.

The delivery guy announced, "I have a delivery for Mr. Gray."

Gray, rubbing his eyes, responded, "Yeah, that's me. What is it?"

"It's from somebody named Reon," the delivery guy explained.

Gray, intrigued, accepted the package, signed the sheet of paper, and closed the door. Back at the bed, he eagerly opened the package, discovering an exquisite watch and a set of clothes. The clothes had a luxurious texture, a blend of fine cotton and silk, neatly folded inside an intricately designed box.

Examining the watch and clothes, Gray exclaimed, "Oh man, Reon, you didn't have to! This is just amazing." As he delved into the package, he found a key and a note that read, "This is a little surprise. The key to my car parked at the front of the parking lot, and you have 48 hours to use it. Yours, Morgan."

Gray, amazed, jumped up and down on the floor with excitement, rushing to the window. Looking down, he noticed a G-Wagon parked in the lot.

Ecstatic, Gray declared, "This is just amazing!" and hurriedly made his way down to explore his surprise.

The lively atmosphere in the house buzzed with energy as Reon stepped out of his room. The cameras captured every detail, documenting the vibrant preparation for the evening's festivities. Descending the stairs, he encountered George, who was already in the midst of a makeup team, working diligently to enhance his appearance.

George, spotting Reon, directed the workers, "Why is he standing around? He should already be taken care of. We don't want our guest to look bad at the party."

With swift efficiency, maids ushered Reon into a chair. The room transformed into a mini salon, with different teams tackling various aspects of his preparation. Some hairstylists worked on his hair, crafting a look that exuded sophistication. Others delicately tended to his nails, ensuring perfection. A team of makeup artists focused on his skin, enhancing his features while maintaining a natural charm. Meanwhile, wardrobe assistants meticulously ironed his clothes, ensuring a flawless presentation.

Simultaneously, in another room, Morgan underwent her own transformation. The air was filled with the hum of blow dryers, the spritz of hairspray, and the meticulous attention to detail by makeup artists. The ambiance in both rooms was a whirlwind of activity, yet carefully orchestrated to keep the surprises intact for the boys.

As the makeup teams put the finishing touches, George and Reon emerged, each looking dashing and ready for the celebration. The entire preparation process was a seamless dance of skilled hands and meticulous attention, ensuring that both guests would make a grand entrance to the lively party awaiting them.