By his final year, Lukas was already a legend among students. His GPA sat at the absolute peak—perfect scores in subjects that were designed to break even the best. His senior thesis, a synthesis of behavioral economics and predictive data modeling, was hailed as groundbreaking. The faculty pushed for its immediate publication, and one of his professors told the press, "In my 35 years of teaching, I've never encountered a mind this prepared to change the world twice in one lifetime."
Graduation day was no ordinary affair. Lukas stood on the podium, cap and gown catching the early summer sun, the Princeton crest shining proudly behind him. Bella sat in the front row with their child in her arms, pride shimmering in her eyes. Liora was there too, clapping until her palms hurt. The applause when Lukas's name was called was unlike any other that day—it wasn't polite or procedural. It was a roar, a standing ovation that seemed to shake the ancient stone of the university itself.
