The footlights burn, a voice cracks, and a vial of shimmering liquid promises eternal youth. We open on a tired stage where Madeline Ashton, a fading star, belts out a number through a lacquered smile. In the audience, her rival Helen Sharp watches, her resentment a palpable force. And between them stands the unassuming plastic surgeon, Ernest Menville, a man already adrift in their gravitation...
