"Well, now that you've kidnapped Mr. Golden, I also have a request," Hazel said, crossing her arms with a playful smirk.
Vorden blinked. "You too, Hazel?"
"Don't blame me," she shrugged. "You never say yes to anything I ask. So… Dior?"
Dior grinned mischievously. "Of course. Go ahead."
Hazel smiled sweetly. "You will pick us up and drop us off at school for one full week. No other girls in your car."
Silence.
Then—
"WHAT?!" Vorden nearly choked. "Do you know how many girls wait for me every morning? And they're not just girls—they're fine girls. There's no way I'm doing that!"
Dior sighed dramatically. "Then say goodbye to Mr. Golden."
Hazel shook her head in fake sadness. "Such a poor, innocent fish… dying because his owner refuses a simple request."
Dior added, "Maybe we should just fry him."
They both turned and began walking away.
"WAIT!" Vorden shouted. "Fine! I agree!"
The girls stopped and turned back with satisfied smiles.
"Good," Hazel said. "Smart choice."
"See you tomorrow," Dior added.
They walked off, laughing softly, while Vorden stood there in disbelief before driving away.
Back at the dorm…
"Dior, where's Mr. Golden?" Hazel asked.
"Here," Dior replied, holding up the small container. "And I brought food too."
Hazel carefully fed the fish, smiling gently. "Aren't you cute? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
She placed the container on the table.
Dior leaned against the wall. "So… how's your leg?"
"It's much better now, thanks."
Hazel narrowed her eyes. "I noticed you and Damian talking earlier. What was that about?"
Damian rolled her eyes. "Nothing like what you're thinking. He's launching a new ointment and wants me to model for it."
"Ohh," Hazel nodded. "That actually makes sense. How long will it take?"
"Just a day."
"Nice. Good luck."
"Thanks."
Hazel changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. "Good night, Dior. Good night, Mr. Golden."
"Good night."
The next morning…
The smell of food filled the room.
"Dior! Wake up!" Hazel called. "We have dance class today. Mrs. Samantha said attendance is important."
Dior groaned but sat up. "Okay, okay… I'm coming."
She walked to the dining table, surprised. "You cooked?"
Hazel smiled proudly. "Vorden taught me."
"Impressive," Dior said, serving herself.
Hazel fed Mr. Golden before sitting down to eat.
After breakfast, Dior headed to shower.
"I already texted Vorden our outfit," she said from inside.
"What are we wearing?" Hazel asked.
"Black trousers and white crop tops. For him—white shirt."
Hazel nodded. "Not bad. You actually did well this time."
Dior scoffed. "Of course I did."
They both got ready, dressed up, and stood by the door.
Hazel looked back at the fish. "Stay safe, Mr. Golden. We'll be back soon."
With that, they grabbed their bags and stepped out—ready for another day filled with drama, ambition, and everything in between.