Elara’s POV
Today was the day.
After weeks of late nights, endless notes, stress, and sacrifices, I finally walked across the stage to receive my certificate. The moment my name was called — “Elara Voss” — my heart felt like it would burst with joy. I had done it. I had graduated.
I stood there in my cap and gown, smiling so wide my cheeks hurt. The crowd clapped, and somewhere in the audience, I knew Damien was watching me with pride. Tears filled my eyes as I shook the dean’s hand. It had been so hard. Balancing everything — the pain, the fear, the drama — while studying day and night. But I made it.
When the ceremony ended, I stepped outside into the bright sunlight, feeling lighter than I had in months. Students were hugging their families, taking photos, and laughing. I looked aro
