Cheeky owner of a struggling fashion boutique, Poppy Fields dreams of having her designs rocking the couture runways in Paris and Milan. While fantasizing about the glamorous life, her world is about to collide with the devil himself in the form of a dangerous mafia leader, Roman D’Amico, out for revenge for his dead brother. Often mistaken as the future wife of one of Chicago’s most notorious crime bosses, and Roman’s rival gang member, everyone who enters Poppy’s little shop believes they are doing a favor to the Gambino family. When her doppelgänger waltzes into her boutique, the women are shocked to find they look like twins. Leaving her identification behind as a ruse to flee the country, Claudia switches lives with the unsuspecting fashion designer. When Luke Gambino falls for the ploy, he believes Poppy is his runaway bride, forcing her to take on the persona of the real Claudia Ricci. Following the murder of his brother, Roman D’Amico is looking for revenge. When he suspects the Gambinos are behind it, he plots to kidnap the rival gang member’s wife. Unknowing that the women have switched places, Roman kidnaps the wrong couture diva. With Claudia missing, Poppy must keep up the ruse, and convince Roman to keep her alive or fall into the hands of the murderous Gambino family.
When Roman and Poppy made their way downstairs, his drunken uncle Franko was staggering and his words slurring. His cousin was sitting on the couch, laughing like it was a joke as Roman's mother was trying to get the old drunk to stop grabbing things from the tables and over the mantle.
"Damn it, Jaxson. Stop laughing and get your idiot father out of my house!" Sophia yelled, smacking the older man with her house shoe, while rollers from her hair dangled from her dark locks.
It was a sight to see with Roman's pristine mother looking like an average housewife in her fuzzy robe.
Stepping up behind Roman, his father rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "What's all the yelling about?"
"Emilio, get your worthless brother out of my house before he breaks something."
Waving his hands, the old Don wabbled over in his pajamas, not interested in dealing with all this. "Enough. Franko, what the hell are you doing here?"