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

by organizing retired veterans into what he called “Operation Mind Your Business.”

They stood outside the center drinking coffee, glaring at reporters, and offering aggressively boring comments.

“He’s a good kid.”

“No, you can’t film through the window.”

“Royal or not, he still owes me two hours sorting donated socks.”

Nico hated the attention.

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