This was it. Graduation day. And Beezus was not dressed for the event yet. Why? Because once she saw the dress robes her Grandmother Evangeline had sent for her to wear, she was overcame with a wave of emotions. To say that she was overwhelmed was an understatement.

Gently, she took out the dress from the box and held it in front of the mirror. It was just so beautiful. She felt undeserving to wear it but eventually she did put it on.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, and then slowly she smiled at herself in melancholy.

(This was her in the dress robes. Ahem.)