Prologue:
Imogen Moreno sat down her coffee as she went through her mail. Rolling her eyes, she picked out her bills. She couldn't quite understand why she was charged so much for her electricity usage. Majority of the time she was never home. In fact most of the time she was either in the states or somewhere in Europe. It was one of the perks of being a movie set designer. Travel naturally came with the territory. Most of her colleagues had told her to sell her place, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She bought the place 3 years ago and Toronto had been the only place in the world that had seemed like home. She couldn't quite understand why. Home is where the heart or at least that's what they say. The set designer was starting to wonder what that even meant anymore.
Fumbling through the rest of the mail she was caught off guard by the beige envelope that lacked a return sender name. The brunette ran her finger along it, immediately she recognized the perfect cursive handwriting. Her heart nearly pounded out of her chest as she slowly opened it. Closing her eyes she braced herself for the inevitable. "You are cordially invited." The bold embossed words nearly jumped off the page. Tori Santamaria had always been the kind of girl to bring as much attention to herself as possible. Some things never changed regardless of how much time had passed. Pulling the invitation to her chest, she brought her left hand to eyes and robbed them angrily. Hearts had been broken, mended and broken again and the worst part was that she had caused her own heartbreak.