Twilight draped the vineyard as champagne flowed and glasses clinked. The nervous vibe at the start of the event had turned cheery, and was gradually transforming into buzzy.

The event? Lindsay and Ella getting married. But this story isn't theirs.

Veronica stood at the pop up bar, gazing at the crowd. She emptied her glass and placed it down, maintaining her gaze. She was invited to the wedding by Ella. Fortunately, she knew one other invited guest, a mutual friend. Unfortunately, the mutual friend had fallen sick. With much apologizing, he had to cancel the trip. Veronica was nervous as a lone guest, but the bar was taking the edge off. After chit chatting with guests at her assigned table for a while, she had made her way here.

Soft dance music played in the distance as the couple of the hour grooved with wedding guests.

Nervous about coming here alone, Veronica had engaged in some dress-up therapy. She was dressed to the nines. A glittery gold dress hugged her slender figure. It was diagonally cut, exposing part of her left thigh, but falling below her right knee. She wore gold, open-toed, high-heeled shoes. Her long, auburn hair was neatly slicked up into a high donut bun, accessorized with a single gold hair stick. She'd spent at least 30 minutes just on her makeup. She was aware she was a head turner right from the moment she walked in. Yet, she didn't have the confidence to pull it off. She mostly kept to herself all evening.

Earlier in the evening, the guests had been served with a rotating selection of Italian food. Each table got an 8 course meal, with new dishes piled with food being brought in every few minutes. Being the solo guest that Veronica was, she didn't have the biggest appetite. Yet, she had grazed on some of the antipasti, tortellini and salad and was plenty full.

About 50 feet away, on the other side of the vineyard, beyond where the guests were milling about, stood this guy in the classiest beige suit and a burgundy shirt. He didn't seem to be talking to anyone at the moment, just watching the dance party from afar, grinning.

Just a moment after Veronica saw him, he happened to turn and look at her. He did a slight double take and their eyes locked. He gave her a quick smile. Veronica reciprocated with a shy smile, then turned back to the bar. She was deciding between calling for another drink or not. In her mind, the stranger's face flashed again.

As she considered turning around and catching another glimpse at him, she felt a presence at the bar, right next to her. The beige suit entered her peripheral vision. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Hi there," he said, his voice low but warm.

Veronica turned to face him fully, her breath catching slightly. "Uh, hi," she stammered slightly, unsure of how to keep her voice steady.

He smiled again, a little more genuine this time. "I love your dress," he said, with a small laugh. "I'm Alex, by the way."

"Veronica," she replied, her eyes briefly flicking to the empty glass in front of her. "I could definitely use a drink. I'm debating whether I should call for another one or not."

He leaned casually against the bar, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I'll make the decision for you." He turned to the bartender. "Two champagne flutes, please."

Veronica raised an eyebrow. "Bold move." She was already easing up in Alex's presence.

"Why not? Champagne's pretty much a cure for all social awkwardness. And I think we both deserve a little something after surviving this wedding. It's a lot of 'I dos' and not enough 'just enjoy the moment.'"

She chuckled, surprised by his laid-back charm.

"Social awkwardness?" she asked playfully.

Alex gave her a playfully accusatory look and smiled. Veronica was already smitten by his demeanor. She was trying not to get lost in his dark eyes that sparkled under the strings of warm, incandescent bulbs over the bar.

Veronica smirked. "I try to keep it subtle."

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Subtle's good. But maybe it's time to let a little of that sparkle shine through. You're making it hard for a guy not to stare."

Her heart skipped, and she almost spilled her drink as the bartender placed the two flutes in front of them.

She grabbed her flute with a slight tremble in her hand, trying to steady herself. "Careful," Alex teased. "You don't want to ruin that look with spilled champagne."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Veronica replied, her voice softening with a hint of playfulness. She took a sip.

Alex watched her for a moment, then leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a quieter, almost conspiratorial tone. "So... how much of this wedding do you actually plan on sticking around for?"

She glanced at the dance floor, the guests lost in their twirls and chatter. "Not sure. Why?"

He gave a sly smile. "Well, you know..." So far, this Alex seemed great at leaving things to the imagination. His expensive haircut, clean shaven jaw and lean build certainly helped Veronica's imagination.

Veronica took another sip. She and Alex chatted it up for a few more minutes. Their playful conversation about sneaking out of the wedding turned into funny banter about mischief they could pull at this vineyard.

In the back of Veronica's mind, however, a different, more devious idea was forming. She was almost surprised with herself for even considering doing this with a stranger, and at her friend's wedding no less. Yet, the more she thought about it, the higher her heart rate climbed.

As the plan formulated, she visibly grew distracted from the conversation. Whatever Alex was saying trailed off.

"... what?" he asked with a curious smile, catching a hint of naughtiness in Veronica's eyes.

"So, about dipping out of the wedding..."

Alex raised an eyebrow, sensing that wasn't all to it.

"I have this... idea. I wouldn't normally have..." Veronica bit her lip. "I'm just buzzed enough for this. I hope you're into this." She sensed a hint of kinkiness in Alex during their conversation earlier and hoped her instinct wasn't totally off. "You see, I went to Japan recently and had this crazy new experience..."

She leaned in and whispered into his ear. Alex's initially puzzled expression grew into a smile, then a curious, naughty grin.

"Trust me, they have a hose right behind it," she said, leaning back, "I saw the whole area when Ella and Lindsay gave me the tour yesterday.

She looked around and quietly said, "five minute head start, okay?"

She took the final sip from the glass and stepped away from the bar. Looking around, she ensured no one was paying attention to her or Alex at the moment.

The event had slowed to a lull. Guests were nibbling on wedding cake. Servers were walking through and offering boxes to any guests interested in taking away some of the leftovers of the fine 8 course dinner.

Veronica's naughty eyes landed on a table, away from the crowd, that had barely-touched large plates of some of the dinner courses. Taking a moment to hype herself up, she swooped in, picked up a large plate of ravioli with ricotta cheese drenched in butter and tomato sauce, and a deep dish of multilayered lasagne, one in each hand, and quickly disappeared away from the event, into the darkness.

Heart hammering in her chest, panties all but soaked, she walked for several minutes, hoping she wouldn't come across a single soul on her way, because it would be impossible to explain this image of her carrying two loaded plates into the night.

Fortunately, she met no one. Crickets chirped. She reached the barn. Placing the plates on the ground, she pushed open the barn door and pulled a string dangling nearby. Dim, warm overhead lighting flickered on with a low electrical buzz. The barn was empty except for some piles of hay, a wheelbarrow nearby, and an empty workbench against the wall.

She stepped back out, picked up the plates, walked back in. She placed the plates on the workbench and stared at the food. She felt a sudden pang of nervousness and guilt at what she was about to do.

There was a large, old tarp made out of a canvas looking material draped halfway over the workbench. Convenient. She picked it up and gave it some quick shakes to dust it off and ensure there were no bugs taking residence (there were not). She spread it over a large pile of hay about 10 feet into the barn.

She heard footsteps behind her, in the distance. "Just me, don't worry," Alex called out.

"That wasn't a five minute head start!" she said, turning around as Alex entered the barn.

"Trust me, it's fine, no one saw either of us sneak out," he replied. Alex carried three large plates of nearly untouched leftovers, one awkwardly cradled on his right arm. One looked like some tube shaped pasta with alfredo sauce, another a second portion of the ravioli dish, which would have been served to another table at the wedding, and one looked like a spaghetti dish with lots of sauce, cheese and garnish.

"I really hope you're right," Veronica said as he also placed his plates on the workbench. "Are you really sure you're ready... and willing?"

Alex laughed and gave a quick nod, already taking his jacket off, placing it aside and undoing his belt. He glanced at the tarp Veronica had already readied. Veronica's heart skipped another beat. She felt giddy. He brought over three whole plates, so he must be excited too. She wondered if he'd done something like this before.

"So," he asked, "how exactly do we do this?" he asked, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Just..." Veronica looked at the ground and bit her lip. Locking her eyes with his, she walked closer. "Follow your heart and go nuts," she said in a breathy voice. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Taking his shirt off, Alex grabbed her face and started making out.

"I should probably take the dress off for this," Veronica said, panting.

Alex helped her slip out of the dress. It dropped to the ground. She was glad she wore presentable lingerie for the occasion, yellow to match the dress. She kicked her high heels away. Alex dropped pants, took off his shoes and socks. Both of them stood there, giggling, sweating, kissing in their underwear and feeling each others' bodies. Veronica's hair was still up in her fancy updo.

"Hair up? Down?" she asked.

Alex pondered for a moment, looking at her slender neck and perfect jawline. "Up. Somehow it feels naughtier." The two giggled. "You look amazing!" he exclaimed, probably helped by the champagne. Veronica smiled bashfully and looked away. "You too," she said quietly.

Alex kissed Veronica's neck and slowly ran his hands ran over her shoulders, breasts, waist and hip. He began slipping his left hand into her panties when she gently grabbed his wrist and looked into his eyes. With a gentle tilt of her head, she gestured towards the workbench.

Alex trotted over, looked at the whole feast's worth of five dishes for a beat, and picked up the plate of spaghetti. He turned around to see Veronica lowering herself down on the tarp. She looked like a model with the lingerie, hair and makeup. She didn't have the confidence to give her the full model vibe, but he found this quality immensely cute.

"How do we do it?" he asked.

"Just... go ahead pour it on me," Veronica replied, awkwardly covering her face with her hands briefly.

"On your head? Face? Body?"

"All over!"

He looked at the plate again, hesitating and playfully grimacing, "feels like such a waste!"

"I know right!?" she said, scrunching her nose and giggling, once again surprising herself.

Alex slowly tilted the plate over Veronica.

She closed her eyes tight, and felt sauce splat against her chest. She took a quick breath and held it. Spaghetti fell against her neck, then on her face. She whimpered from the shock and excitement. The dollops moved back down and marred her belly, then stopped.

She lay on the tarp quietly frozen with her hands raised slightly and eyes still closed. Alex said nothing.

A solid five seconds passed.

Veronica burst out laughter. She touched the mound of spaghetti on her face. Then she gently moved the mass toward her torso, spreading it around. She felt chunks in the mess, which were likely meatballs. Her laughter turned into quavering moans.

She opened her eyes. To her surprise, Alex was already walking back with another plate, biting his lip. His face looked determined. She could tell he was just as turned on at this point. Veronica got giddy.

More of the wedding dinner slapped against her body, this time going all the way over her face and on her head. She quickly leaned forward to welcome it.

The food was no longer warm, but it felt so good. She remained still again, taking in the sensations for several seconds. After he had stopped pouring, and she heard the plate fall to the dirt ground next to her, she reached up and gingerly touched her bun. All she felt was a clump of ravioli on her head. Careful not to disturb too much of it, she picked up a couple and took a small bite. She remembered how good it tasted. Catering must have been expensive.

Veronica opened her eyes to the dinner plate that was now her body, and to Alex lowering himself on top of her. Their eyes met. Veronica felt naughty. She grabbed handfuls of the ravioli and some spaghetti from the tarp and half-heartedly stuffed it into her bra cups. Sauces dripped down her head, through her tightly pinned up hair, and onto her forehead and cheeks. A soft clump of ricotta fell onto her collarbone.

Alex leaned in for a kiss, while his hands found her panties and pulled them down. Veronica took some of the mess from her belly and started slathering it on Alex's face, hair, shoulders and chest as she returned the kiss.

Alex began lightly fingering her, through the savory sauces, oils and cheese that now covered her privates. The slick feeling felt divine.

"Oh this feels so good," she panted between throes of making out. There were bits of spaghetti all over her face. Cheese and ravioli covered her right eye. She paid it no heed. Alex said nothing. He took off his own boxer briefs. Veronica reached one hand down to feel him out. He was rock hard. And decently sized. Alex gave whimpered a little. She loved this. She managed to kick her panties off completely.

Veronica brought Alex's dick close to her pussy. He didn't waste any time. He inserted himself. Gently but firmly. There was already plenty of lubrication in the form of fine Italian cuisine, so he slid right in. Veronica felt a jolt of pleasure. She moaned sharply and jerked, ravioli falling off her eye, sliding past her ear and onto the tarp.

As Alex gave her a few more thrusts, she looked to her left, to see that Alex had brought the remaining plates and placed them right next to the tarp. Feeling Alex slide in and out of her, she thought about what she could do with them. Following instinct, she picked up the plate of penne with the white sauce and turned it over the back of Alex's head, neck and back. Much of the pasta fell to the tarp, some rained onto her as he kept fucking her.

Alex gave a loud grunt. "Yeah, massage it all over me," he said. Veronica complied, taking in the smell of alfredo sauce while spreading it all over Alex's back and hair. She enjoyed the sensation of squishing some of the pasta in the process.

Without stopping, Alex reached around Veronica, who still lay with the back on the tarp, in an increasingly varied spread of destroyed food, and unclasped her bra. She helped him take it off. A mixed mush of ravioli and spaghetti from earlier rolled off her perky breasts as Alex fondled them with his right hand. Pausing his thrusts, he leaned down to lick and suck her left nipple.

Veronica moaned, picking some pasta off her face and boobs, and shampooing them half-heartedly into Alex's hair. She loved the sensation of crushing the ravioli.

"Yum!" Alex exclaimed, out of nowhere. Both burst into giggles.

Veronica playfully pushed Alex off her. She wasn't sure where the sweat from her back ended and where the culinary concoction began. She sat up, almost surprised by how much pasta fell off her. Alex stood over her, his erection glistening with the oils and gravy. Veronica looked up and down at his naked body and truly realized how attractive the man was.

Still extremely turned on, but in a moment of clarity Veronica took a breath, and an inventory of the state she was in. She glanced at her lingerie crumpled in the food, unsure if they would be saved by laundry. She touched her hair. The high bun was surprisingly still intact, but soaked with food. She adjusted her hair stick, then picked off some ravioli and penne from her head.

The tarp was covered with the once-beautiful wedding dinner. The second plate of the fancy ravioli dish and the large dish of lasagne sat nearby, waiting to be wasted.

"Oh my gosh, what are we doing?" she asked Alex, arousal still tainting her voice, "think of the..." Alex bent down and placed a finger on her lips.

"Turn around."

Veronica got the hint. With her slender body beautifully coated with red and white sauces, and streaked with white ricotta cheese, she slowly turned around and got on all fours.

"Close your eyes."

She obeyed.

Alex picked up the large, heavy dish of lasagne. It was stacked up to at least five inches, and looked wet, sloppy and decadent. He hadn't sampled any during the wedding, and wondered what the layers contained. He now kneeled next to Veronica on the tarp and looked at her. She looked like a living sculpture. Tomato and alfredo sauces were dripping off various parts of her body, yet her back mostly clean. Some bits of mashed pasta clung to her perfect skin. Her supermodel updo sat mostly neatly on top of her head. Even in this state, he couldn't help but admire her beauty.

Alex dug in. He took a handful of lasagne and placed the dollop on Veronica's head, starting with the bun, then gently smearing it down to the nape of her neck. Some chunks fell to the tarp. Veronica took a sharp breath and whimpered, but kept her eyes shut. He took a second dollop and smeared it on her upper back, then another a bit lower, and another on her butt. Veronica grunted and moaned with each one, sounding more and more turned on. She let out a short giggle at the last one. The rich aroma of the lasagne filled the area.

"Ready for round two?" he asked, placing the dish down, some lasagne still left in the dish.

Veronica opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at him with a devilish glint in her eyes and lips curling into a smile. Alex thought she looked extremely cute in that moment and wished he could take a picture with his mind.

Veronica's pussy throbbed as she had one of the kinkiest ideas of her life.

"Hold up," she said.

She reached at the dish and grabbed a small handful of the remaining lasagne. She mashed it, feeling the various textures, cheese, meat and vegetables dripping down her wrist and falling to the tarp. She smeared the medley of slippery ingredients on her vulva to properly lubricate it.

Then, she took another, smaller handful and pushed it partly into her pussy lips.

"I want you..." she shivered, "I want you to fuck it nice and deep into me."

Alex, a bit taken aback by this, grew more erect at this proposition.

"Are you sure it..."

"Do it," she grunted, voice dripping with lust, "now."

Alex got in position behind her, doggystyle. He teased Veronica by rubbing his penis over her clitoris and freshly lubed vulva, making her squirm. He then slowly inserted himself into her from the rear, pushing the squishy bit of dinner into her vaginal cavity. Veronica squealed. At the same time, he leaned over her and wrapped his left arm around her torso and fondled her right breast.

Veronica's pussy was very sensitive right now. As Alex's dick thrusted in and out, she gave involuntary squeaks each time. As he pushed and smeared the glob of food throughout her vagina, the taboo of this evening hit her in full force. This turned her on even more. She felt an orgasm build.

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," she squeaked quietly in a high pitched voice, blinking away some sauce flowing into one of her eyes. Alex kept going at it wordlessly. The food in her pussy had taken on her body temperature and simply felt like lube at this point. Very good lube, she thought.

She closed her eyes just to enjoy the sensations. Expensive ravioli squished under her hands and knees, oozing out cheese and some other filling. The food on her torso and face had started to dry up, starting to give her crusty sensations. Globs of lasagne all over her back felt heavy, and she felt at least one spill. Her hair bun, coming slightly loose, weighed down by the hair stick and the now-wet donut insert, rocked back and forth with each thrust.

The orgasm built up slowly like the best itch she'd ever felt. She focused her mind away from the smells and the amazing feeling of squishy and slightly coarse Italian dinner in her pussy, with Alex's dick fucking her through it.

The depravity of her kink pushed her over the edge. The itch was scratched. She screamed with pleasure as the orgasm rippled through her being. Her body shuddered hard. Her arms slipped and buckled. She lowered herself onto the bed of ravioli. Alex's dick slipped out of her. She lay there in the feast, quivering for at least thirty seconds. Sixty. She absent-mindedly scooped the food from the tarp back onto her face, hair and neck, almost as if to cover her shame of having come in such a state.

She wasn't sure if she'd been whimpering or moaning or if she'd been silent as she quivered. Alex had said nothing. Her breathing slowed. She slowly opened her eyes and the world returned to her.

"Oh my god," she said quietly. She paused. "I can't believe we did this."

Alex leaned over and hugged her. His warm embrace awakened a million butterflies in her stomach. Her face still covered in pasta and who knows what else, she kissed him. Deeply. Her hand felt around his crotch and fondled his penis. Alex moved slightly at this. She pulled away, locked her eyes with his and grinned.

"Round 3?" she asked.

"Get up," he said, "and kneel."

Veronica obeyed once again, nervous about what was to come. She glanced at the final plate of dinner as Alex picked it up. He stood and smiled wryly, dick still erect, body slick with food, the remaining ravioli dish in hand. She gave him slight puppy dog eyes and a nervous, awkward smile. She looked adorable. Alex grinned wider.

She looked down at his penis, already hungry for more.

Without any warning, Alex overturned the whole plate on her head. There was a thwack, and a lot of the pasta rained down around her, falling to the tarp. The gloopiest middle of the dish, mostly sauce and cheese, squelched on her head. She tilted her head up slightly to welcome it onto her face. Alex pushed it down firmly, squishing much of the ravioli. Her updo cushioned the plate against her skull.

He let go of the plate like a hat on her head, and lowered himself and lay down with his back on the tarp. Pasta squished and squelched under him, making a creamy sound.

Veronica remained equal parts stunned and feeling the cascade of the final dish on her head for several seconds. She gingerly removed the plate and threw it aside. The feast on her head, neck, chest and boobs had been freshened up. The smells were delightful.

She turned to see Alex fluffing his erection, using sauces as lube.

"I'm readying your throne," he said with a wink.

Veronica giggled and turned around, playfully carrying herself like a princess. This was also necessary to not spill too much of the food off her body.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Absolutely gorgeous, milady."

Despite the nudity and being covered in wedding dinner, the she did look quite regal with the hair. She straddled him with her slender body. Alex gently held her by the thighs, moving his hands up to her hips and waist, as she positioned herself for the ride.

He pushed his raging, slick erection up to meet her.

Biting her lip, she gingerly lowered her pussy onto it. Alex helped with the insertion. It felt creamy, and after the few minutes of recuperation, almost a brand new feeling. She was very sensitive all down there, and had forgotten about the food she stuffed into herself earlier. As she gyrated, she began to finger her clit, slowly. And to moan.

Veronica rode Alex at a sensual pace, her eyes closed. She thought about Ella and Lindsay, the newlywed couple. She thought of the wedding cake and her experience in Japan. She almost wished they'd been able to bring some of that cake over to the barn. Her eyes still closed, she thought of Alex's slick-with-oil penis. She groped his chest and belly, mentally driving herself toward an orgasm. An intrusive thought invaded her kinky mind. She imagined someone coming over to investigate her noises. Instead of stressing her out, this thought just make her giddier. She got closer to the orgasm. She imagined Ella or Lindsay peeking into the barn and catching her right at the point of orgasm.

She opened her eyes and saw Alex at his point of no return. And she let herself go.

Both of them came at the same time. Veronica's brain lit up like fireworks. She could feel Alex's dick pulsing inside her, releasing his load into her food-lubed pussy. As she quivered, she hunched over Alex and held him in a sort of embrace. Food rained down from her head and body, all around them.

In that moment, neither Alex nor Veronica had a single care about the world. They looked into each others eyes, drenched in food. Ten seconds later, they kissed tenderly.

"Can you believe we just-" Veronica started.

"No," Alex interrupted, "never could I have imagined..."

Veronica dismounted him and rolled over to his side. She didn't care whatsoever about the food squishing on the tarp, under her back. Alex had an arm around her shoulders. She cuddled next to him.

"Regrets?" she asked.

"Shhh, let me revel in this for a moment, and I'll decide."

For at least five minutes, the two lay there in the dark, staring at the barn ceiling, becoming increasingly aware of the delicious smells of all the food they'd so decadently wasted.

"No," said Alex.

"Huh?" she turned to look at him.

He turned to meet her eyes. Her eyebrows were arched inquisitively. He was almost surprised by how beautiful she still looked. He gently caressed her cheek and wiped away bits of pasta from her temple.

"No regrets. That was magical."

They both smiled.

"All right, now let's get out of here and wash up!"

The two gingerly walked around the barn, still nude and looking like walking dinner tables. Veronica couldn't help but feel a little turned on from the food stuck in all her wrong places. She picked up the hose that she had seen before and turned the faucet on.

"Ready?"

Alex took a deep breath and closed his eyes, expecting cold water. Sure enough, it was very chilly when Veronica sprayed him down. Good pressure too, he was mostly washed off in thirty seconds. Not perfectly, but enough to make it to the resort and shower without raising too many questions.

"Uh, what's happening?" Veronica asked.

The hose was rapidly losing pressure. The water was gone.

Veronica and Alex looked at each other with wide eyes of horror. "Oh my gosh," Veronica quietly exclaimed. Before either of them could say anything, they heard women giggling and talking in the distance. Someone was coming over.

"Back door!" Alex exclaimed in a loud whisper. Veronica wanted to make a joke but it wasn't coming to her in this moment.

Giggling like naughty kids about to get caught, they gingerly fast-walked over to a back door of the barn. Fortunately, it was open. Alex put his boxer briefs, pants, jacket and shoes on. He draped his shirt over his left forearm and stuffed socks into his jacket pocket.

Veronica looked down at herself in the barn's light. She looked like a canvas for a painting made out of Italian cuisine. It was almost comical just how messy she was. With post-orgasm clarity, she blushed hard at the thought of getting caught in this state.

"I... uh, I don't know what," he started.

"Don't worry about it. I gotta BOLT!" said Veronica. "Really, don't worry. I had a great time, and I hope our paths cross again." She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, trying not to touch his clothes and mess him up again.

She went over to the tarp and gave her whole body a quick wipe down. She tried to wipe off as many bits of spaghetti and lasagne from her head and bun as possible, but it was too much. There were bits tangled up in there. Getting totally clean was hopeless. She didn't even want to think about the lasagne she passionately stuffed into her pussy and had Alex fuck into her earlier. That was a problem for later-Veronica.

Thinking to herself, *I hope the dry cleaners don't ask too many questions*, she picked up the dress, which was sparkling in the dim light. She carefully slipped into it, despite knowing it was a lost cause. She rushed to pick up the lingerie. She looked at her high heeled shoes. For five seconds, she weighed if it was worth saving them from her messy feet, potentially stepping on something bad on the way back. *Ah screw it!* She closed her eyes and stepped into them, feet slimy with sauces and oils.

Looking one final time at Alex, grinning, giving him a quick nod, she ran out the back door, lingerie in her hands.

"Who's there?" She heard someone in the distance. Wedding guest? Groundskeeper? No clue. She didn't dare look back as she jogged through the grass, under the stars. Briefly, light from someone's distant flashlight hit her. She hoped she wouldn't get recognized from the gold dress or her memorable hairstyle. She could feel her face flush and turn hot from embarrassment. At the same time, she carried the biggest smile as she made her way toward the resort.