Mistress of My Fate

1789. I shall never forget that day in October - nor the decision I made. At seventeen, I was so ill-prepared for life, scarcely knowing how to dress myself, let alone how to board a mail coach at dead of night. I fled my home at Melmouth House, leaving those who both loved and hated me. Do read my tale closely, for there is much to be learned from a woman of my sort. I fell for every snare and trick of fate, so that you might not. My tale is not for the faint of heart - the prude, the high-minded and moral are likely to take offence. You have heard the lies and slander from others. Prepare now to hear the truth.