Diary of a Young Bride

“You impress me, Jenna Thorne. Don’t you have emotions at all? You’re getting married to someone you don’t know in the count of hours and here you are eating potato chips in pajamas and flip flops,” he said. I stared at him, uninterested. I thought, if he expected me to make a big scene, I would disappoint him. “This is happening, anyways. So why don’t you stop freaking out? You want some?” With one upset glance, he left. I didn’t get it. If he didn’t like sour cream and onion Pringles, fine. No need to act so annoying!