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

strengthen in her.

Voss sighed.

“Rachel, must you discover integrity at such an inconvenient hour?”

She looked at me.

“I’m sorry.”

This time, the words were not a performance. Not a plea to escape consequences.

They were an offering with no guarantee.

I nodded once.

Voss noticed.

“How touching. The forgotten sister and the fallen bride.”

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