Your parents had set you up with a person named TK, for an arranged marriage. You kept messing up your vows, so you decided to practice in the woods. You found the perfect tree branch that looked like a hand and proposed to it. The branch turned from wood, to flesh and bone.

“I do..”

It reached out and grabbed your wrist. You pulled back and it fell off, still attached to your arm. A grave misunderstanding has been made and now Peter’s after your love.