I looked at the man who had once told me women in uniform were either secretaries or decorative publicity.
Then Commander Reed stepped toward me and offered his hand.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” he said politely.
I shook it.
His expression changed at once.
His eyes moved to the small service pin on my dress, then to the ring on my right hand, and finally back to my face.
All the color drained from him.
He released my hand, stepped backward, straightened, and saluted.
“Admiral, ma’am.”
The room became completely silent.
Caroline’s smile vanished first.
Dad blinked. “What did you just call her?”
Commander Reed kept his salute raised until I gave him a slight nod.
“Rear Admiral Evelyn Hart,” he said, his voice steady. “She chaired my promotion review last year.”
My father’s glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor.
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