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.
Before she could answer, the chapel lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then every screen in the room came alive.
The phones collected by guards lit up in their hands. The dark displays near the press section flashed white. A large monitor by the entrance, meant to show wedding footage to overflow continue reading …
