"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine

Most people believe love is exciting. Love is love. It can drive you insane. Or, you already were. But, love is what you feel after the excitement has taken it's leave.

What if your soulmate was your best friend? Or you worst enemy?

But, what happens when 4 girls, sisters, find their soulmates, but they don't even seem to like them?

When they get trapped in the same hotel, Colonial Day Inn, they'll slowly come to the realization, that the best thing they might ever have is right in front of them. Literally.