Fate really has its own twisted way of pulling pranks on people.

Just when they thought they have reached the end of the dark tunnel and make their first step into the light, they are sucked into a darker chute that spirals on and on, deeper and deeper with every swerve, until getting back up seems like a senseless thing to even desire.

This is one truth Hazel Rigby can attest for.

For most of her life, Hazel has lived a miserable life.

Growing up with an alcoholic mother who had been hopping from one lover to the next—almost as often as she opened a new bottle of whiskey to start drinking from dawn to dusk—ever since her husband left her for another woman, Hazel has been forced to start being the breadwinner, the parent figure, in the family at an early age. She was compelled to quit high school in order to work full-time in a variety of low-paying jobs which include cashiering at a clothing store during daylight and waitressing at a gay bar at night, on top of the occasional small acting gigs in obscure television shows, still earning too little that she almost resorted to sex work.

All these agony she would gladly endure just for the sake of wanting to provide a better life for the only person she loves more than she has ever loved herself.

Her younger half-sister, Susan Howard.

So, when her mother died overdosing on the heroin supplied by her last lover, all that is left of her is Sue.

When she gets cast in a recurring capacity on a network television series starring a former movie star who wants her career revived, playing her teenaged daughter, she assumes their lives have taken a turn for the better. It's like the dark clouds are finally clearing up for her, and she has never been more than willing to do whatever it takes to reach for the sky.

Finally, she now has a steady source of income that can sustain both her and her sister's needs and the possibility of being a recognizable face in the industry, which could open up an excess of other acting opportunities for her.

But coveting too much can sometimes be too much.

Hazel learns this the hard way when her attempts of taking a short cut to her goal takes a turn for the worse.

During her first day of filming on the set of the upcoming police procedural, Hazel learns of a billion-dollar opportunity by accident, after she is compelled to eavesdrop on a conversation between the former movie star, Coco Hartley, and her hairdresser, outside of Coco's trailer truck. She was supposed to just greet her, share some made-up anecdote about performing the actress' big solo number from her breakthrough movie in all her auditions for school plays and then make her way out—just to leave a good impression—when the truck's half-open door lets out a set of words that piques her interest.

"That's such a waste of a huge fortune!" Coco's hairdresser exclaims in an exaggerated manner, without taking her eyes off the celebrity's blonde tresses.

"And I really feel bad for auntie Gen," Coco expresses, talking to herself in the mirror, while the hairdresser unsets her curls from the rollers. "I guess, she'll have no choice but to live the rest of her days with the company of the household help."

"If I were that Nicolette girl, I would rise from the grave just to claim that estate."

"I know," Coco says, her face animated as if rehearsing a scene from the show. "That could, like, feed the Hartley bloodline for generations. Then, I could finally slow down with work and stop settling for second-rate, run-of-the-mill procedurals such as this one. Heck, I would retire from acting altogether."

"Then, I could stop subjecting myself to the terrible company of washed-up divas such as this one," the hairdresser quips, glancing to the mirror to meet Coco's eyes, awaiting how the latter would respond.

"Oh, shut up. I know you love me," Coco retorts, looking back at her with disdain before giving her an eye roll. "And I know you love your job."

"Well, you're right," the hairdresser replies, arranging the actress' fake curls in a believably natural look. "But I think I love the filthy rich life even more."

Both of them chuckle at the idea.

"You know, pruning the dried leaves off from the bushes on the front lawn of that manor you told me about would be a dream," the hairdresser shares, still picking on the actress' tresses like it's that same bush of her dreams. "Or maybe I won't have to because I'd have gardeners and landscape artists do them for me; I can't decide."

"If only one of us was that kid in the car accident twelve years ago."

"Mm, no thanks," the hairdresser replies without having to pause a split-second to think. "I'd rather be poor and alive, than rich but dead."

"No, I meant, what if I was able to crawl out of the car and get saved by some first responder? How about that? It's a possibility, you know," Coco points out, her intonation hopeful. "The reports found no body of a seven-year old girl, after all. Just poor Francis and that gold-digging bitch."

"You mean, your ex and his rebound?"

"Well, he was actually supposed to marry me, and I could have been a Winthrop, imagine that?" Coco wonders aloud, as she checks out her housewife-of-a-cop-who-becomes-a-cop-herself hairstyle in the mirror. "If only I hadn't chosen to star in that movie musical some years prior, one of the many decisions I deeply regret in life."

"I'm sure the Winthrop manor will be swarming with fakers, once this news gets out."

What the hairdresser has just said gives Hazel an idea.

She is planning to pose as the missing Nicolette Cavanaugh, making it the biggest role yet of her young acting career.

If only it's as easy as memorizing lines off a script.

Little does she know that what's awaiting her is more than what she has bargained for.