Though she is now remarried, Pia has never really gotten over her first husband`s death. Her new husband travels most of the time leaving her alone in their pristine home, surrounded by white walls, white furniture, white carpeting. White, white, white. She keeps in touch, by phone, with her sister Lily, who, through a tragic and innocent mistake, was responsible for the death of her niece in a car accident and is now serving time in jail. Pia also talks to her sister–in–law, Beth, the grieving mother of the dead girl. Surrounded by these tragedies, Pia views the world as a threat to her hard–earned, peaceful––if lonely––way of life. She leaves the house only once a week; to visit her doctor. One day, on her way there, she stumbles across a hidden antique store and ventures inside. Like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole, the store––and its exotic owner––open her up to a whole new existence, one of swirling colors and chaotic feelings, of longing, desire and a new lust for life.
