The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

mentors,” she replied modestly.

I nearly laughed.

Instead…

I quietly sipped my water.

I remained near the rear of the ballroom wearing a charcoal blazer, black trousers, and simple low heels.

No uniform.

No medals.

No attention.

Exactly the way my parents preferred.

The moment my mother noticed me…

Her smile changed.

Not into happiness.

Into damage control.

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