Graduation days are supposed to be filled with celebration, excitement, and maybe a little bit of nostalgia. Mine, however, was like starring in a very chaotic reality show featuring my family's particular brand of madness.
First, there was the ceremony itself. My parents couldn't attend because, of course, they were busy "closing a vital deal in Zurich," as if global capitalism couldn't wait a day. Instead, they'd insisted that my brothers record everything.
Marcus, my CEO brother, had taken this demand far too literally by calling in a local TV crew to film my every move. I nearly died when I realized I was live-streamed on the city's largest media outlet as "The Alcove Heiress Graduates with Honors."
"Is this really necessary?" I hissed to Marcus as I spotted a camera crew filming my walk to the stage.
He adjusted his tie, looking smug. "It's important to document these moments for posterity."
"Posterity? Or your LinkedIn content?"
