My name is Winifred Papadopoulos and I do dating the way most women do the gynecologist, under duress and with a fake smile on my face. My life was already a disaster, and to make things worse, my best friend, Kate, dragged me kicking and screaming to speed dating, in costume. Have you ever heard of such a ridiculous thing? There was no way I was getting out of it, so I dressed as the wicked witch, warts and all. I’m known as Wicked Winifred by most in Snowberry, a reputation I’ve already perfected without even putting on the hat. Here's the thing, I'm not wicked; I'm simply misunderstood. The truth is, my heart was broken beyond repair when I was sixteen, and I don’t intend to let anyone get that close to me ever again. I couldn’t foresee that sharing a two-minute conversation with the most handsome ‘Phantom’ I had ever met would be the catalyst that turned my life upside down. A downed power pole sets off a series of events that I never saw coming. Drastic times called for drastic measures, and with the help of one very pregnant florist, I found my ‘Phantom’ again. Our masks off, and our hearts open, we only have until Halloween to decide if the scars we both hide will bring us together or tear us apart. Grab your broomstick and hang on tight. This is going to be a bumpy ride...