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At the reception, when asked for a speech, he simply raised his glass and said: “I was never the prize. I was just the battlefield.”

On one side stood , a flamenco-dancing heiress with a mane of chestnut curls and a smile sharp as a navaja . She was pure fire, raised on sherry and the art of the seguidilla . Her family’s olive oil fortune could buy half of Andalusia, and she believed Álvaro de la Peña—tall, tan, and tediously handsome—belonged to her by divine right. Guerra de Novias

“Ladies, gentlemen, and the bewildered Álvaro,” Sofía announced, silencing the casetas nearby. “I have here a structural survey of Carmen’s family finca .” At the reception, when asked for a speech,