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.

hand.

“She has to answer for this,” she said softly.

I looked at Rachel.

“I can’t save you from what you chose.”

Her face hardened instantly, as if regret had only been another mask and I had failed to reward it.

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

I frowned.

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