Between.
The white uniform instantly reflected the light. The medals shimmered gold and silver across the corridor. Two stars shone brightly on my shoulders.
My brother gasped loudly, unable to contain himself.
“Oh my God… look at his medals!”
My parents were frozen in the front row.
My father’s mouth opened slightly and then closed. My mother’s face paled as she realized what everyone else was seeing at the same time.
This was not an act of rebellion.
This was authority.
The guests whispered. Some stood instinctively. A retired officer near the hallway straightened and nodded respectfully. Another guest murmured, “She’s a high-ranking officer…”
The story my parents had told me—that I was reckless, disobedient, and ungrateful—crumbled in seconds.
They had not only tried to humiliate a daughter.
They had underestimated an admiral.
PART 4 — THE WEDDING THEY COULD NEVER CONTROL
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