To keep my land, I went along with a dubious deal. The bank promised to postpone the payments if I spent four months in my uncle’s house, taking part in the so-called Marriage Season. And I agreed, thinking I’d somehow survive—four months, my uncle, and the Marriage Season. But it turned out to be far from simple! First of all, my uncle had long forgotten about me. Second, I’d arrived in the capital from a provincial backwater, and my name isn’t Agatha Rathfort at all, because I came here from another world. But that isn’t even my biggest secret…