Colleen was there.

So was Margo, who had arranged to leave work early.

My father attended in a separate section after checking with me and the school beforehand.

I had chosen to let him come, though I asked him not to approach until after the ceremony.

Tiffany sent a card instead.

It said she was proud of me and wished me a good start to the next chapter.

When they called my name, I walked across the stage without stumbling.