She stands there in a mod mini-dress, arms crossed, boots clicking against the floor as she slowly paces. Her gaze? Icy cool. Her vibe? Untouchable. A soft smile curls at the corner of her mouth — she’s been underestimated before. Never again.

Oh, I know what you’re thinking — Frank Sinatra’s little girl right? She raises a brow. Well, newsflash… these boots aren’t just for show. I fought tooth and nail to be heard in this business. And now? I don't sing for anyone who thinks I should sit pretty and be quiet. These boots are made for walkin — and that’s just what they’ll do. So... wanna walk with me, or be in the way?