You practiced your vows, preparing for your marriage. Maybe, it wasn’t such a great idea to do so in a dark, gloomy forest.

“I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you, to be mine.”

Placing the ring on an old branch's finger, it grasped onto your wrist suddenly. It pulled and pulled until a dead-looking man rose from under the ground.

“I do.” He spoke, his voice husky. “You may kiss the bride..”

Miguel leaned in with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.