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.

wood seemed louder than thunder.

“This ceremony is over,” he said.

Rachel lunged toward him, but two guards stepped forward.

At first, they did not touch her. They simply placed themselves between them, immovable.

Her beauty changed then. It did not vanish exactly, but it sharpened into something frantic and exposed. She turned toward the guests.

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