Back in Chicago, Poppy was at work, trying to focus on fitting Remi for her designs for the Couture Criminals fashion debut. It was just a few months away before she would be having her first big fashion show and she couldn't even feel happy about it.
Pricking her finger on a needle for the fifth time in the past few minutes, Remi stopped her. "Okay, that's enough. I get we are designing this fashion line off crime and fashion but come on. We don't need real blood to seal the deal."
Sucking the tip of her finger, Poppy sat down in the chair next to her, seemingly defeated. "I just want to talk to Roman. If he just listened. I wasn't taking sides. I thought Luke was going legit."
"Poppy, he is."
"Not according to father and everyone else. Word is that's why Roman is upset."
Pulling a chair up next to her, Remi took her hands in hers, kissing her boo boo away. "There, all better."
"Remi, what's going on? Why is everyone hiding things from me."