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

During the ceremony, I stood in uniform at Nico’s request.

Not hidden.

Not erased.

Not softened for an image.

Afterward, Alexander found me on a balcony overlooking the lake.

“You know,” he said, “my father wanted to award you the Grand Star of Montavere.”

“That sounds heavy.”

“It is.”

“Then tell him thank you, but no.”

Alexander smiled. “He predicted you’d continue reading …