CHAPTER ONE “I LOOK LIKE A FREAK,” Shelley said as she plopped down in the chair and covered her face with her hands. “I’ll have to move under the cover of darkness so I don’t frighten small children.” Jill Strathern sat down next to her assistant and patted her back. “You’re not a freak.” “You’re right.” Shelley raised her head and sniffed. “Being a freak would be an improvement.” She gave a strangled sob. “This is all fixable,” Jill reminded her. “You’re not scarred for life.” “My psyche is.” “I think you’ll recover.” In fact, Jill was sure of it. Shelley had left work the previous evening excited about her appointment at a new and trendy salon. She’d gone in expecting some subtle highlights and a few layers. She’d left with a botched body perm, orange brassy color and a cut that could only be described as…unfortunate. “You know what? I have a great idea.” Jill stood and walked around her desk where she flipped through her electronic Rolodex. “I know exactly who can fix this for you.” Shelley looked up. “Who?” “Anton.” Shelley sucked in a breath and for the first time that morning, hope filled her swollen eyes. “Anton? You know him?” Anton, like Madonna, was famous enough not to