The sun shone brilliantly over the expansive courtyard of Hartfield University, banners fluttering in the breeze, and proud parents filled the seats, eyes gleaming with pride and emotion.
On the main stage, Luna Wolfe stood tall in her gown, the sash reading "Highest Honors – Fashion Design" draped across her shoulder. Beside her was Zane, confidently smirking with his cap tilted back, clearly unaffected by the formality. Aria stood gracefully, holding his hand. Asher adjusted his cufflinks, looking like he belonged more at a boardroom table than a graduation ceremony. Saige and Callum waved from their seats behind, both grinning ear to ear.
Ethan Wolfe, Talia, Elijah, and Mia were seated front row, beaming like proud royalty. Their cheers rose louder than anyone else's when Zane and Luna's names were called.
"To think they were just toddlers yesterday," Talia whispered, eyes misty.
Ethan squeezed her hand. "And now look at them. We did damn well."
Later that evening…
