Welcome to our love story

So this story is a bit twisted, and some people reading this may only know a certain version because I wasn't quite sure how to tell the story. So please forgive me if I twisted details; it just took a minute for me to piece it all together. After all, it's still sinking in that I'm getting married lol. So James took my parents and I to an Italian restaurant in Legacy Village where he asked for my hand in marriage; however, he hadn't given me a ring yet. Little did we know that that was a form of proposal due to my native culture. I got the hint when my mother started using the word "fiancé" and I was thinking to myself, "fian-what..?" I told James and was like, "are we engaged???" He then went, "I have no idea; I'm American." So we went about being engaged for two weeks without even knowing it, with wedding plans already fleshing out, but I didn't take it seriously. I mean, I knew we were getting married; I just didn't think it was official yet. Later, we went to a park with the whole family and he did the official proposal. He asked me to go pick up some random stick and I was looking at him like, "why bro?" Nonetheless, he kept insisting. I finally went to try and find the stick and he got down on one wobbly knee and proposed to me. Of course I said yes, though I laughed at him the whole way through cause he's just silly and I love his big head.