Jun 16, 2026 My sister thought my Navy uniform would ruin her royal wedding. So she erased me from the guest list, smiled for the cameras, and pretended I did not exist

rough.

“I read about you,” he murmured.

Rachel grabbed his arm.

“No,” she said. “No, you read what I sent you. What I told you. It was me you loved.”

Alexander pulled his arm away.

The movement was small.

Rachel saw it anyway.

Her breath caught.

The king finally stepped into the aisle.

“Miss Rachel Carter,” he said, and the loss of the royal title she had almost continue reading …