Secrets, Lies And Illusions
A supposedly idyllic life is to be found in Sweden but life is what we make it, regardless of external circumstances. We cannot escape from who we are.
Best friends forever or fierce jealous rivals? There is a thin line between love and hate. The world sees one face but underneath it can be quite different.
The perfect life? Or the perfect lie? Is our life merely an illusion? Do we show the world what it wants to see? Or do we present our real faces?