The Oleander Mansion and the secret, debauched parties that go on there are forbidden to a good southern debutante like me.

Good girls don’t break rules.
Good girls don’t ignore their mother’s curfew and drive out recklessly in the middle of the night to the forbidden mansion.
Good girls don’t sneak inside while there’s a party, put on a masquerade mask, and participate in a secret ceremony that ends in their brother’s best friend’s arms.

…Sooooo maybe I’m not such a good girl after all?
Because now I’m caught in a game more twisted than I ever could have imagined.