It's 1854, and the south is thriving on agriculture. Men do the hard work, and women raise the babies. I feel like I'm being smothered. I've always been too smart for my gender. Too eager to learn. Too expressive. I want too much. At least, that's what my father says. The oldest son of my father's friend is home from college, and he's looking for a wife. And his sights are set on me. Will I be too much for a man like Easton Abernathy to take as a wife, or will he be intrigued by the knowledgeable woman my father keeps suffocating?