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

not to enjoy it. Lady Maren was laughing with Sofia. Chief Daniels was explaining to a duke that “royal posture won’t fix a flat tire.”

The world had not returned to what it was.

It had become stranger.

Maybe better.

“Coffee sometimes,” I said.

Rachel exhaled shakily.

“Thank you.”

A year earlier, my sister had thought my Navy uniform would ruin her royal continue reading …