Screw Me Over ✔️

Tiffany

Happy Tempted Tuesday/....something Wednesday, folks! (I really need to work on that.)

Guys, I'm very super duper utterly sad. Why you may ask?

Unfortunately, the SMO ladies only have 5 more chapters left after this one.

This means that this is Tiffany's LAST chapter of the book! I know I know. Let's cry together.

Okay, enough crying because if you know Tiff like I do, you know that this prideful friend isn't crying. She WERKS IT!

Since these are the girl's last chapters, we're going to just enjoy the chapter and limit ourselves on questions.

Anyway, I cried while writing this, so if you're a big crybaby like myself, be prepared to cry. Sorry not sorry.

Please see the triggers that are in the summary of this book!

Anyway, you may continue! 💜🤫 (Bring a box of tissues and enjoy Tiff's last POV)
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"Alright, alright, alright! Now here's now it's going down. After the pastor comes out, Jana is going to walk out and stand right here. After that, we'll have the....uh...." I paused wondering what I'd call the guys for Jana. I didn't want to be rude and say 'groomsmen', but let's face it. 'Bridesmen' doesn't work either. This is how you can tell that I've never worked with a lesbian couple before.

"Tiff?" Jana said taking me out of my thoughts by the wave of her skinny fingers. I instantly turned to her once she caught my attention.

"What happened?" I asked in confusion.

"Groomsmen works just fine," Jana confirmed as she walked over towards her pregnant bride and wrapped her arm around her.

Well, we were in December and around the corner from Jana's birthday again. Somehow, that little fact stayed with me after the whole popcorn party thing. I will say that was one of our funniest and enjoyable parties we had in the apartment.

Speaking of the apartment, hearing that Jana and Jess were moving out of the apartment made my heart sink a little. Who would I call taco licker in the house? Who would I argue with over my makeup wipes being upside down in the bathroom? What other two people would Rena, Carmon, and I be able to have a deep conversation with every night? When will I be able to kick a bad guy's ass again?

I'll take credit for being a pain in the ass to them, however, I feel like that's my job. That's part of our friendship and they brought out the best in me. I speak as if they won't come back to the house, but it's a strange feeling knowing that people you've lived with for so long and have grown comfortable with are leaving to start their own lives.

This doesn't change my happiness for the next level in their relationship. It was bound to happen but I didn't think the time would come so soon. This time went by so fast. It seemed like just yesterday that Carmon had taken me under her wing just to move me out of Aunt Clara's house and into a house filled with women I didn't think I'd love so much.

They deserve to be happy and deserved each other. I'm glad I got to be part of this journey called life with them. Wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Anyway, this wedding has been my top priority the past few months. Luckily, I ended my semester off with all As, but it was stressful getting there. I had to pat Rena on the back for that as she helped me get back on track with school.

During my time of studying, I had to plan for this wedding. Tons of venues refused to service my girls because they were marrying the same sex. Of course, I gave these people a piece of my mind and moved on to the next. The options of a venue for them, however, grew drastically slim and I had a hard time.