Federica’s pov
The morning of graduation arrived bright and clear. Soft sunlight came through the tall windows of my bedroom. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the soft fabric of my dress. It was elegant and simple — a deep blue that hugged my waist and fell nicely to my knees. Over it I would wear the black academic gown and the cap with the tassel. My hair was styled neatly in soft waves, and I had taken extra time with my makeup. Light foundation, a little mascara, and a soft pink lipstick. Today felt important in every way.
I picked up my cap and walked downstairs carefully so I would not wrinkle the dress. My father was already waiting in the living room, dressed in a sharp dark suit. The moment he saw me, his serious face softened into a real smile.
He stepped forward and
