There is no such thing as perfection. How many times have we been told this? Dozens, hundreds, thousands? Yet we spend our lives looking for this great HAPPINESS with rose-coloured glasses. It is often presented as the highest goal of existence. The one that every man seeks to achieve, consciously or not.

Everyone will tell you that the most beautiful life is when you have : HEALTH, MONEY, BEAUTY AND STABILITY. But what if that happiness is threatened by the simple fact of being barren? That your whole wonderful life is about to burn out just because of a lack of children? Who would accept to lose such absolute happiness?

You? Me? Nobody, I would say.

This is the case of Frida, a beautiful woman to whom life has given everything, a husband madly in love with her, an economic situation of the most affluent, a perfectly tranquil life except for carrying a child in her womb one day. Sterile, she receives incestuous pressure from her family-in-law and the media because of their celebrity. And to avoid losing her fairy tale and all the luxury that goes with it, Frida will have no choice but to propose to her twin sister Faith, to whom life has never been kind, to get pregnant by her husband and to give her the baby at birth for a colossal sum.

An unexpected tragedy thwarts the two sisters' Machiavellian plan.