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And the two brides kissed again, proving that the fiercest wars sometimes forge the strangest, most beautiful peaces.

“Oh, I have a penthouse in Madrid,” Sofía said. “Solid granite foundation.”

The war escalated.

In the sweltering heat of Seville’s feria season, two women declared war. Not over land, or money, or honor—but over the last available bachelor in the upper crust of Andalusian society.

Not on the cheek. Not in friendship. A real, solid, guerra-ending kiss, right on the lips, in front of the mariachis, the rebujito , and the slack-jawed Álvaro. Guerra de Novias

And that was the end of the Guerra de Novias .

The Guerra de Novias —the War of the Brides—had begun. And the two brides kissed again, proving that

“I fight to win,” Sofía replied.