Princeton's graduation ceremony took place on a bright May morning, the university's historic Nassau Hall serving as backdrop for a formal proceeding that carried its own distinct significance from Kingsley's earlier ceremony — not the closing of one difficult, transformative chapter this time, but the natural culmination of four demanding, ultimately triumphant years.
Marina sat in the audience alongside Priya, home from Yale for the occasion, both women's pride evident even from Ivy's distant vantage point in the graduating class's assembled ranks.
"Bachelor of Arts, International Relations, with Honors," the announcer read, as Ivy crossed the stage to accept her diploma, her father's saber's small charm catching the bright sunlight from its position on her wrist, the same bracelet Lex
