I had never seen him before, but as soon as we met, I lost my head, fell irrevocably in love, realizing that I would do anything to make him mine. Who is he? Athlete, handsome, hunter of women. Who am I? A journalist who miraculously made her way to someone else's celebration of life. I exist from paycheck to paycheck, and he basks in luxury, changing cars and companions every week. But I want him. This means I will do what I know best. Lie, dodge and spy without even imagining what it will ultimately lead to. Who will it lead to.