Plot
The story centers around María Guadalupe, María Paula and María Fernanda, identical triplets (all played by Lucero) with non-identical, complex personalities. Their parents were killed in a car accident when they were very young. María Guadalupe is believed dead after she falls down a mountain and into a river. Instead, she suffers from amnesia and forgets she has a family and two sisters. Ana Salas, who is going through a tragedy coping with her own mothers's death, raises María Guadalupe as her own, even after becoming aware of her true identity. María Fernanda is a sweet girl who hopes to find her sister, but as a result of the accident is left blind. María Paula is different from her sisters in that she's glamorous, selfish and willful. She always wants to be the center of attention, especially around her grandmother, Mercedes, and her uncle, Eduardo Rivas. After an illness brings María Guadalupe and Ana to México City, María Guadalupe falls in love with Nicolás, a cab driver and good-hearted man, who had just moved to México to live with his grandmother. Living in fear that someone may recognize her daughter, Ana restricts María Guadalupe's actions. But Nicolás's grandmother learns Ana's secret without saying a word. The ties of love eventually draw the three sisters together, weaving through the lives of those that surround them in unexpected ways.
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