“This is a private academic event for registered families,” Vanessa said.

“The desk clerk was supposed to revoke your passes this morning.

Event security will remove you if you cause a scene.”

Mason trudged up the aisle behind his mother.

He grabbed the thick collar of his elite navy blazer and yanked it away from his neck.

“Mom, this wool is too heavy,” Mason mumbled.

“I’m sweating right through my dress shirt.”

“Stand up straight, Mason,” Vanessa clipped.