TIFFANY BELLA is that girl. The one in the group chat who always says what everybody else was thinking but wouldn’t dare type out loud. The one who reads what she wants, loves what she loves, and stopped apologizing for either a long time ago.

She built Saint Bellamy for the woman with a good job, a situationship she’s not ready to let go of, and a group chat that would absolutely get her fired if the wrong person saw it. The one who is educated and a little reckless and not even slightly sorry about either one.

She has a thing for sunflowers. Always has. There’s something about the way they face the light no matter what — bold, unbothered, fully themselves — that she’s never been able to shake. She figures she’s a lot like that.

Special girl. Real good girl. With stories that’ll make you put your phone down and your book up.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​