Runaway Brides | Episode 3

Before We Begin

Runaway Brides is a 2014 Turkish drama that I stmbled upon in last week of January 2023. This isn’t much of a review but more of a recap and my thoughts on each episode.

Runaway Brides Episode 3 Written Review & Update

So, the worst interview in the history of mankind happens. Almilla and Kainat are crying but Sebnem is unperturbed. 
 
The next day, Kainat gets a call that she has been selected for bride modelling assignment.
 
The three brides are popular now. Thanks to Memo’s social media updates, they also know where these brides are residing. Many guys dressed as grooms come to ask for brides’ exact address. Memo plays aound with them and asks them to separate out basis their choice of brides and collects money. This kid is evil.
 
Izafet the nosy neighbour of Sebnem isn’t happy to see so many candidates for these runaway brides.
 
Memo helps the girls dodge the crowd as Kainat goes for her shoot. Kasab Kadir follows them.
 
Can isn’t happy that he put Kainat into a stough spot. 
 
Ege and Kainat go for on a stroll, but paparazzi follows them.
 
Sebnem gos to the boat again to meet Arda and interrupts the “boating” lesson. We see another quarrel with Selim. So much fun.
 
Seniha comes to Istanbul. She sees the grooms lined up and clears the crowd with one order. I like her power.
 
Akif and Almilla on a date and ahes a nervous wreck. Nice times, but Almilla unhappy that horoscopes don’t match.
 
Sebnem shops but cards don’t work. Her parents blocked her cards, remember?
 
Seniha tells the girls to find another place and orders Sebnem to return to Izmir. Ouch! Now, the fun begins.

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