My sister believed my Navy uniform would spoil the image of her royal-style wedding. So she removed me from the guest list, posed happily for the cameras, and acted as if I had never existed.

to his son.

“Alexander.”

The prince did not look away from Rachel.

His eyes stayed fixed on her, searching for the woman he thought he had loved and finding only the costume she had worn.

“Was any of it real?” he asked. “Anything at all?”

Rachel’s voice became desperate.

“My feelings were real.”

“And your name?”

She recoiled.

The question hit harder than anyone continue reading …