Finny Donelly is not lady-like, in fact she isn't a lady at all, she was born in White Chapel, the slums of 1858 London. When Devon Dowell, an adventure seeking lord stumbles upon her he figures she is sure to teach his overbearing, society climbing stepmother a lesson about meddling in his affairs. He couldn't be more wrong. When Finny collaborates with Lord Dowell's sister to win his love he gets more adventure than he bargains for. Can the scrawny girl in rags really be his dream lady?