In spite of the fact that my father was dying of cancer on the day of my 21st birthday, one of my gifts included a dress that he handpicked out for me, and he made me promise that I would save this dress for something exceptional. One year and a half later, the first Mob-Con cocktail party was held at the Tropicana’s Mob Experience, which was the perfect event for wearing the dress. There, I met Ronald Fino, who later provided me with a home. He is now my father, and I am very proud of that. As far as I’m concerned, wearing that dress gives me luck because I met the man God gave me as my Dad for taking my real dad too soon.
I wish TWO wonderful dads a very happy Father’s Day.