Annabelle got suspicious about where his hand was traveling, but assumed that it was normal. She stayed wrapped in his arms, breathing softly. The mayor rubbed the back of his neck and coughed a little. "W-Well then, me and Annabelle should be off then. Lots of preparations to be made..." he said trying to sound polite about leaving. There would be a lot that would need to be done if the wedding would be held on Sunday. Dresses to be fitted n what not.