Her friends joined in. Then the bartender from La Plaza . Then even Hugo, defeated, let out a chuckle. The donkey, having made its point, wandered off into the night toward the bridge over the Sella.

Lucía, fueled by desperation and orujo, shouted back, "He has dental!"

She smiled. And for the first time all night, she wasn't running from the wedding. She was running toward it.