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

to the Carter family through the contact listed in foundation records.”

My throat tightened.

Rachel.

She had been working with the foundation by then.

“She answered,” the king said.

The chapel disappeared around me.

All I could see was my sister.

Rachel had one hand pressed against her chest, as if trying to keep herself from breaking open.

“She told us,” continue reading …