The Truman Show Trap

On the day my uncle finalized the paperwork to sell me into a high-end underground escort ring, I used the silver hairpin my mother left me to bribe a guard for a packet of rat poison.

When I was ten years old, my entire family was transported back in time to the colonial era.

My parents starved themselves, saving every scrap of food to pay a harsh governess to teach me the strict rules of high society, terrified that my loud, impulsive nature would get us killed in this unforgiving era.