Amelie’s POV

I led Tiff to one of the bedrooms and shut the door.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“What the heck am I doing?” Tiff said, putting her hands over her face.

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

“I just broke up with Peter, and I’m making out with Samuel,” she cried. “I’ve had a few drinks, but I don’t think I can use that as an excuse.”

“Tiff, don’t cry.” I reached over and hugged her. “Shhhh, calm down.”

“Samuel is such a nice guy, and honestly, ...