London, 1957. Mrs Harris, a lonely war widow and humble cleaning lady living a hand-to-mouth existence, has a chance encounter with what dreams are made of: a ravishing, A-line tea-length
Christian Dior dress. And just like in the movies, modest Mrs Harris embarks on a romantic quest to purchase her first haute couture gown, determined to get her hands on a delicate, precious slice of perfection and live her own fairy tale. As one thing leads to another, Mrs Harris finds herself in seductive Paris, France, and the legendary House of Dior on picturesque Avenue Montaigne after a surge of good fortune, and a grand miracle is about to happen. Is anything possible if you only believe?
—Nick Riganas