Annabelle was blushing by the time the Mayor had escorted her back home. She was intensely excited, ignoring the parts of her rational brain in favor of the picture perfect fantasy that was in her head. She left the office with her father, anticipating Sunday as the start of her new life.<br/><br/>The week passed as thousands of preparations were made. Annabelle was fitted and refitted for her bridal gown and the whole of the church was decorated for the event. The wedding was to be held right after Sunday service. The Groom was sent the time and place as well as invitations to send to his friends and family. As the last of the preparations were made, the day had come upon them. Sunday service had ended and now the Church was open for the wedding. Most of the town was in attendance, as this was an important day in the history of their elite class. From the poor to the rich, they sat in the audience. Annabelle was in her dressing room, which was really just where the people who lived at the church slept. She was being dressed with the finishing touches, her long white flowing dress showing her status as an elite.