Pari will take the test and by the weekend, we will have the results”, said Priyanjali, glowing in the bliss of morning sunshine. It was February and the Sharmas had just moved to Dehradun from Shimla. As she said this, her face lit up just like her eyes did whenever she dreamt of her child studying in the best convent school. “Oh, that’s wonderful, Mrs. Sharma. But mind you, Crestmore Convent is the best school of our city. Even kids of the millionaires cannot step in, if they lack the intellect to be a part of this glorious institution. So, don’t lose hope if Pari fails to qualify.” Said, Mrs. Karol, with a tone of superiority. Priyanjali was unharmed by the arrogant opinion of Mrs. Karol. She knew that her daughter was supremely smart and could easily ace the entrance exam of Crestmore.