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.

HERO SISTER STEPS IN.

Rachel began to laugh.

Softly at first.

Then louder.

The guards held her, but she no longer resisted.

Alexander looked at me in horror—not because he believed it, but because he understood what the world might believe by morning.

My uniform, my name, my service, my face—everything Rachel had stolen was being used again.

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