UTOPIA HIGH

departure

After George and Reon split up to their rooms to don their party attire, George chose a sleek, black suit paired with a black shirt. The fabric of the suit was a high-quality blend of wool and silk, giving it a luxurious sheen. His shoes were impeccably crafted, Italian leather, showcasing both comfort and style. The pièce de résistance was his expensive watch, a sophisticated timepiece adorned with intricate details, subtly complementing the overall elegance of his ensemble.

Looking at himself in the mirror, George admired the tailored fit of the suit, the crisp lines, and the understated sophistication it exuded. His watch added a touch of refinement, completing the ensemble with a sense of timeless class.

Meanwhile, Reon marveled at his transformation in a suit that radiated regality. His suit was a deep midnight blue, accentuating the richness of the fabric. The watch on his wrist gleamed with a silver finish, intricately designed with precision. His shoes were a masterpiece of craftsmanship, Italian leather in a shade that perfectly complemented his suit, creating a harmonious and fashionable look.

Turning to the girls who had meticulously prepared him, Reon asked, "How do I look?" Madame Lucroisse, the head of the fashion department, exclaimed with admiration, "You look like a snack, my dear!" The team beamed with pride at their work, knowing they had successfully transformed Reon into a vision of princely elegance.

Gray emerged from his apartment, adorned in the exquisite clothes Reon had sent him. The tailored fit of the outfit accentuated his physique, and the watch on his wrist was a masterpiece, subtly enhancing his overall look. The shoes, crafted with precision, completed the ensemble, making him a vision of sophistication.

As Gray walked across the hall, people were taken aback, their astonishment evident on their faces. Girls blushed at the sight of him, captivated by his impeccable style. Unfazed, Gray headed out toward the cafeteria area, unaware that Stacy and Grover had noticed him and were now discreetly following him with curious glances.

Pressing the key fob, the G-Wagon car in the parking lot lit up, implying it was open. Stacy and Grover, observing from the cafeteria window, exchanged puzzled glances, wondering about the unexpected turn of events.

Gray, with an air of confidence, opened the car door. Damon Storm in the parking lot. Damon, looking strikingly handsome in his black suit, wore the coat like a vest with no shirt underneath, exuding an air of mystery. He leaned against the car, smoking a cigar, awaiting Latti.

Stacy, peering through the window, whispered to Grover, "What is happening right now?"

Grover, equally perplexed, replied, "I have no idea, how Gray looked like a snack over night." The two continued to watch, captivated by the unexpected scene playing out in the parking lot.

Latti descended the stairs, her blonde hair cascading elegantly, complementing the short dress and heels that adorned her figure. Her outfit exuded sophistication, with the dress highlighting her charm and the heels adding a touch of glamour. She carried a stylish handbag, completing the ensemble that showcased her fashionable taste.

As she entered the cafeteria, she spotted Grover and Stacy. With a radiant smile, she greeted them, "Hey, my loves!" Hugging them, she continued, "I'm off to the party. I wish you guys could have joined me."

Stacy, admiring Latti's look, replied, "So long as you're there, we're there. And you look so beautiful. Aww, my god, girl!"

Latti blushed, expressing gratitude, "Oh my God, thank you!"

The boys in the cafeteria couldn't help but gaze at Latti as she made her way to the door. With confidence, she declared, "Well, I better get going. Damon is waiting."

Grover couldn't contain his excitement and shouted, "Wooop, that's my friend right there!"

Damon, captivated by Latti's entrance, threw his cigar away and walked towards her slowly. In French, he uttered, "Tu ressembles à un ange du paradis" ("You look like an angel from heaven"). Latti, smiling, graciously replied, "Merci" ("Thank you").

As they made their way to Damon's Ferrari, he opened the door for her. Latti, impressed, commented, "Oh, such a gentleman."

Meanwhile, Gray, still figuring out the controls of the G-Wagon, couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of Latti with Damon. With a mischievous grin, he mumbled, "Reon is going to be so jealous," as he started the G-Wagon, leaving the apartment with a sense of excitement in the air. The cars, one sleek Ferrari and the other a powerful G-Wagon, carried peoples eyes as they rolled out of the apartment

Stacy, puzzled, voiced her confusion, "How did Gray end up with a G-Wagon and looking like a million bucks?"

Grover, equally perplexed, replied, "Don't ask me; I'm in the dark as well."

George and Reon stood outside, waiting for Morgan to join them before departing. As they anticipated her arrival, two handsome men couldn't help but be captivated when Morgan emerged from the front door. She wore a stunning dress with long sleeves that elegantly covered her hands, and she carried a stylish handbag. Walking slowly toward them, her hair perfectly styled, Morgan's beauty was undeniable.

Reon and George, both caught in awe, couldn't help but express their admiration simultaneously, "Damn." Morgan reached them with a radiant smile as she heard their compliments.

"You look beautiful, Morgan," they both exclaimed.

With a modest smile, Morgan replied, "Stop, I'm gonna blush." George and Reon each took one of her hands, escorting her towards the waiting Cadillac.

Morgan's dress was a masterpiece, with intricate details and a flowing design that added an air of elegance. The long sleeves added a touch of sophistication, and the handbag complemented the ensemble perfectly. Around her neck and wrist, she wore exquisite diamond jewelry that sparkled under the evening lights.

Entering the Cadillac, Morgan was placed between George and Reon, forming a trio of style and charm. The convoy of two Cadillacs started leaving the premises, carrying anticipation for the grand evening ahead.

Reon sat in silence, a palpable emptiness in the air, as George and Morgan conversed in the car, oblivious to his feelings. The night that was supposed to be special for Reon now tainted by George's presence.

Meanwhile, Gray arrived at Elsa's mansion in the serene St. Claire neighborhood. Elsa's house, a simple mansion, exuded elegance. Three cars adorned the front-a Bentley, a Mercedes, and a Range Rover. Gray, in his G Wagon, marveled at the luxurious environment.

As he entered, he couldn't help but admire Elsa's mansion. Parking his car slowly, he noticed Elsa's three cars and took in the beauty of her surroundings. Elsa, stepping out, was a vision-wearing a mini skirt, a well-kept blouse, and impeccably styled hair and makeup. This was the first time Gray had seen her without the cover of her usual oversized clothing.

In shock, the flowers in Gray's hand slipped and fell to the ground. Elsa, smiling, made him weak. He found support in the G Wagon, teasingly saying, "Elsa, if you intended to kill me with your beauty, a heads-up would've been nice. I could've written a goodbye letter to my friends and family."

Elsa laughed, a melodious sound, as Gray picked up the fallen flowers. He handed them to her, saying, "You look beautiful."