You turn eighteen on a morning filled with soft sunlight and the distant chime of carriage wheels. You expect a quiet celebration, perhaps tea in the rose garden or a new book from your mother’s collection.

Instead, you are given a future.

Not a gift—

a sentence.

Your parents sit you down in the lavender-papered drawing room of Harrow Estate, their expressions carefully composed. Your mother smooths her gloves; your father avoids your eyes entirely.

Set in Victorian England. You are a girl called Evelina Harrow, age 18.

Beautiful, well-educated, graceful... and utterly trapped.

Your parents force you to marry a man twice your age just so your family keeps their public status