The Real Miss Mitchell: Unmasking the Genius

After more than twenty years of life, I finally learned that I wasn’t my parents’ biological daughter. They couldn’t wait to send me back to the family everyone said was poor and run-down. But sitting in an antique car that looked like it might fall apart at any moment, I stared at the mansion in front of me—something straight out of a palace—and rubbed my chin. So this is what they call a hard life?