WINTER'S POV
"Don't stress about it. The people that are going to meet you should be the ones scared." My husband assured me as I agonized over what I was going to wear to the banquet.
The date had been finalized, and I was afraid that I would be found wanting or undeserving of the pedestal everyone was sure to put me in. I thought it was really unfair that people that knew nothing about me were going to judge me based on my appearance and mannerisms for one night. Do mobsters even have manners?
"Don't tell me not to stress when I'm already stressed about it, okay?" I snapped, and he put his hands up in surrender.
"Don't go all she-hawk on me."
I narrowed my eyes at him, and he laughed. "I'm sorry, baby. You do have every reason to stress out."
"What do you think the other women ar
