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.
Roman stood brooding beside the buffet table as his mother approached him.
"Could you please look like you're enjoying yourself? People don't even want to come over to get food because you're making them uncomfortable."
"Why lie? I'm not."
Rolling her eyes, Sophia was over his pouting. "You need to man up. She'll forgive you. You have to embellish that story to make her think you really did mean to burn Luke's vineyard down. She knew it was happening."
"No, she knew it was happening when she thought it was part of our plan. She didn't know we would trick her into thinking it was real and that I did it because Luke betrayed me. I fucking hate this."
"First of all, don't talk like that in front of your mother. Second. Start pretending to enjoy yourself because you are seriously bumming out my guest."
"Guest? You mean the assholes you brought here to flaunt your new wine."