Bringing two turbulent heroines to life in a mysterious world, Stéphane Héaume proves in a cleverly imaginative way that still waters really do run deep.

1958, Portfou, a sun-drenched beach resort where oleander perfumes the air of the narrow streets.  In the decrepit hotel she owns, that overlooks the bay like a lighthouse, Rose, a novelist on the decline, drowns her loneliness in alcohol until the day she meets a sexy trapeze artist. He gives her back the energy and lightheartedness she thought she had lost forever. But in Portfou, betrayal is common, smiles can be superficial, and money reigns supreme. Rose is organizing a gala evening to save her palace without realizing that people are conspiring against her.

2018, Zeus, a huge, elegantly appointed zeppelin – with picture windows, Art Deco tables and Chesterfield chairs – is taking off for its maiden voyage. On board is an exclusive group of guests. Amelia, an ambitious journalist, managed to get an invitation. As the festivities and surprises come fast and furious, a strange question gradually overwhelms her: are the other passengers really who they say they are?

At first glance, Rose and Amelia have nothing in common.

Yet a man, a secret and a corpse will bring them together, changing their lives.