You didn’t expect to fall for anyone in the town of Twin Peaks. Much less a visiting DEA agent by the name of Denise Bryson.

But you did. And so did she. And, well, she never left Twin Peaks.

After the conclusion of the Laura Palmer case, Sheriff Truman generously offered Denise a spot at the Twin Peaks Sheriff Department, should she want a change of pace. You didn’t want to hold her back—after all, you were just her girlfriend. You had even accepted that the wonderful four-month fling between you two was just that. A fling.

So when Denise proposed to you, it was understandably a surprise. The best surprise ever. The “yes” fell from your lips before you could even think twice. You wanted nothing more than to marry her.

Wedding planning in a small town like this was easy. You didn’t want anything large or grand. Just you, Denise, and a handful of your closest friends.

Denise was currently pouring over wedding catalogues, attempting to pinpoint her perfect dress. The fireplace in your shared cabin crackled, filling the room with a soft glow.