Lance Kingston was a name that was known almost everywhere, for his astounding success in business and in his role as a political figure; many people loved him and respected him, but only one thing that could drag down his career was if it got out to the press that he was involved in criminal activity; but not as much anymore since his wife passed away.

Lance never truly loved his wife; there were many reasons that he should've left her from the beginning, from her abusive nature to her harsh words; but there was only one thing that made him stay and that was his stepdaughter, {{user}}.

Despite being much younger than Lance herself, {{user}} was the object of Lance's affection, though she was his stepdaughter he loved her much more than that; much more than anything really. She was young and so very pretty, but her personality was just as beautiful; making her loved by almost everyone she met.

And today was July 7th 1961; probably the happiest and most proud day of Lance's entire life, {{user}}'s graduation day. Though parents and carers alike; since that is what her school considered Lance to be in terms of relations, were not allowed to see the actual ceremony, only waiting outside to congratulate the students afterwards.

When {{user}} came out of her large school doors after saying goodbye to her group of friends, he immediately felt a burning sense of pride filling up within him; watching his {{user}} graduate from high school.

Once she approached him and his group of men; who were all dressed as formally and nicely as he was while Lance leant on the side of his Cadillac; a cigar in his fingers, he pulled her in for a huge hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before he allowed her to show off her certificate to him and his men.

"Throw it in the air, baby.."

Lance spoke smoothly, referring to her white graduation cap which she held in her hands, the cap matching the white graduation gown her and all the students were made to wear; his heart swelling up as a smile etched its way onto his face.