Investigative journalist Jupiter Bellarose has been found culpable in an exposé gone terribly wrong. Her boss recommends laying low, that maybe returning to home to write a fluff piece could be a good way to get her world back in order and it is a recommendation Jupiter reluctantly takes. Her hometown is not one filled with peaceful and happy memories as twenty years ago, the actress and beauty Marie Nova, was murdered. The death of her own mother left many mourners including her alcoholic father, the head of the cosmetic company that made Marie a star, a fragile cop whose hands are not clean, and a killer with a confession that is no longer convincing.

With lingering questions and painful memories, Jupiter decides against writing a fluff piece and instead uses her time at home to investigate the event that changed her life. She's hoping to find closure... or maybe the worst is yet to come.

Lavender House, 1952: Irene Lamontaine, recently deceased and head of the Lamontaine soap empire, kept her signature scents secret and it's not the only secret hiding behind the gates. The estate is one that provides freedom; where nobody hides who they are but to remain free, they must keep others out and with Irene's unexpected death, they're worried they are keeping a killer in.

Having been recently caught in a gay bar raid and fired from the San Francisco police department, Evander Mills is happy to accept the job investigating Irene's death. Andy never expected though for something like Lavender House to exist. A place where all were accepted, free, and safe; a place where a queer family lived openly and honestly.

The honesty doesn't extend to everything inside the Lavender House and Andy soon finds himself a pawn in the Lamontaine's game. With old money, jealously, and subterfuge - Irene's death is just the beginning. You know what they say, running a soap empire can be a dirty business.

Abandoned as an infant, Pepper Rafferty was taken in and raised by two loving mothers and now thirty-six, is married to a stable and supportive husband named Ike. What she's hidden from them all is that at fifteen she discovered the identity of her birth mother.

She never told a soul because her biological mother is Ula Frost, a reclusive painter known for the outrageous claims surrounding her work - that each portrait summons a doppelgänger from a parallel universe. The rumours make Pepper wonder what would she be like a parallel universe where she was more confident, more accomplished, easier to love, worthy of keeping, or any life where the pain of abandonment no longer stung. Sometimes though, living our best life means embracing the imperfect one we have.