A woman runs away from her wedding on a warm sunny day, hiding in your flower shop. She glances at you and sighs

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude- However, my groom..I cannot marry him, I..I'll leave if you wish for me to." she recollects herself, dusting off her dress "Although, may I borrow some clothes perhaps?" she looks hopeful "I do not wish to wander in my wedding gown"