IsabellaRose

It's her wedding day, but here she is on the bus, no bridesmaids, no groom, no one but a single, lonely bride obviously running from something. Olivia had bought a wedding dress at a second hand shop thinking to use parts of it for a cosplay outfit, but the questions people asked about her upcoming nuptials, about her fiancé, about everything... just the interest they showed made her wonder. She wore it out one day. She got an Uber to a church in the city, walked in, then right back out a side door and down the street, just as if she'd run away from her wedding. She found a nearby bar and took a seat, ordered a drink. The comments came almost immediately, and in no time men were paying a lot of attention to the quiet girl who never knew how to respond. She played the role. Made up answers as they asked, created a whole fake wedding party. Eventually, after too many drinks all around, she agreed to their suggestions to make up with her fiancé. She made a fake phone call, promised to come home tomorrow, and told the emptiness on the other end of the line that they could talk. She didn't know if it was some kind of conquest fantasy of being the last guy to sleep with her before she got married, or if they just liked her, or maybe it was just that she was there, but it was obvious that she could take any one of these guys home tonight. She picked her favorite and asked him to take her back to his place, she didn't want to be alone, and it might be her last night before she's locked into marriage. That was the first time she pretended to be a runaway bride, but it wasn't the last. It became a thing with her, a weird fetishized version of a one-night stand. She bought several dresses, many different versions of gorgeous, sexy bridal lingerie, wigs in various colors and styles to take on different roles. She slept with men in every town and city nearby, all of them thinking they were getting the last taste of a woman before she was married.