Men desired her body. Women envied it. She had everything, it seemed: beauty, a successful career, exciting travels, more men than she wanted, and yet... Why do I always end up alone? Why does my life seem empty? Kayla wonders after the failure of a passionate affair and two disastrous marriages. "I"m through with that," Kayla resolves. "I don"t have to define myself through a man." Though she achieves success as an artist, she still faces the existential problem: Is a life alone the price of success? Will love rob me of independence, of a separate self? Above all-- where IS love?