"It was Jack Torello. The face was unmistakable. Mimsi had constructed that face in her mind's eye millions of times over. The dark, puffy hair with the light touches of grey at the temples. The sun kissed skin showing deep creases around the eyes and that small, delicate mouth, a baby's mouth stuck in an older man's face. It was exactly how she had pictured him all these years. It was her vision of Jack Torello."

Mimsi Preen has everything: fame, fortune, beauty, and dedicated friends and family. But something is wrong with Mimsi. No amount of money has been able to heal the pain of...