Camille fell in love for the perfection she found in William, yet, not even himself could see that so called perfection while looking in the mirror, since all he ever saw was a monstour way behind a man. Anthony, bestfriend of Camille, held in his heart a love that he couldn't quite put in words, but, would he ever be able to gain and have her, or only see the love of his live run right his nose?