I'm told you want to know my story, our story. How a mafia princess became my queen. This is your one warning, this isn't a fairytale from the house of the mouse more like the Brother's Grimm. The way they really started, did you know the stepsisters of Cinderella cut off their toes to be able to fit in the glass slipper? Yes, there's blood but there's no glass slipper. I'm not proud of our beginning, and I don't know how we end. All I'm doing is letting you in on where we are now and how we got here. The Outfit, we survive in the shadows and my story, it's darker than the stories of my cousins. If you can't handle the darkness there is no shame but don't complain that you weren't warned.