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

across the space between us and took her hand.

Not because everything was fixed.

Because something had begun.

Inside Harbor House, Nico shouted, “Commander! Chief says royalty makes people bad at tools. Confirm or deny?”

I looked at Rachel.

She laughed.

A real laugh.

I stood, still holding my coffee, and called back through the open door.

“Confirmed.”

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