Guerra De - Novias

“I fight to win,” Sofía replied.

Carmen stepped forward, fists clenched. “This isn’t over, arquitecta de mierda .”

“I’m an architect,” Sofía said calmly. “I survey the ground before I build on it. And you, Carmen, are quicklime.” Guerra de Novias

“Darling,” Carmen purred back, “I’ll wear carnations . The red of blood. Your blood, perhaps?”

Gasps. A clink of a dropped champagne flute. “I fight to win,” Sofía replied

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

Carmen’s face went pale, then red, then a dangerous shade of violet. “You vile, map-rolling—you spied on my family’s accounts?” “I fight to win

Carmen’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll remember that when you’re serving canapés at my wedding.”