Ella POV:
As the speeches ended and the ceremony transitioned into handing out degrees, I found myself wishing I could disappear. But, no, the universe wasn't about to let me off the hook.
My name was called, and I rose from my seat, keeping my head down as I walked to the stage. Every step felt heavier than the last, the weight of countless eyes pressing down on me like a physical force.
When I finally reached the stage, I noticed the subtle shift in the professors' demeanor as they handed me my degree certificate.
The usual smiles they wore were tighter, more forced. Their handshakes were stiffer, their posture slightly more formal.
It didn't take a genius to figure out why.
Who else to blame if not the father of the year? Yeah, mine. Note the sarcasm.
