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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.

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for the first time, I truly looked at him.

He was younger than I expected. Not childish, but less polished than his official portraits made him seem. His expression held the stunned confusion of a man realizing the future he trusted had been drawn by someone else.

“You’re Emily,” he said.

I nodded once.

“Commander Emily Carter.”

His eyes moved over my uniform.continue reading …

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