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.

was brought here.”

Rachel blinked.

He gestured toward the man with the folder.

The man removed another document.

“The wedding was never going to continue,” the king said. “That decision was made before Commander Carter arrived.”

Rachel’s confidence flickered.

“Then why bring her?”

The king’s gaze moved toward me.

“Because the truth deserved a witness.”

I did continue reading …