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

mask and I had failed to reward it.

“Then remember this,” she said as the guards took her arms. “You didn’t win. You just stepped into the place I prepared.”

I frowned.

“What does that mean?”

Rachel smiled again.

This time, it was almost peaceful.

Before she could answer, the chapel lights flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Then every screen in the room came alive.

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