**Epilogue: How Sweet It Is**
**Kat**
Kat pulled out her phone, double-checking the address.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
She pulled up the ad again:
*WANTED: English major. Experience with editing and copy editing. Female. Experience with romantic fiction, reading or writing. Must be able to read poetry with emphasis, clarity, skill, and accuracy.*
A friend sent her a screenshot of the ad. It was on a site for aspiring writers and copy editors. Apparently, it was for Laura Delazier. Kat had never heard of her, but Izzy swore she was a rising star in the romance world. Her stuff was reportedly dark and graphic, but apparently, that was in.
Kat had assumed she’d be working for Laura, though the ad wasn’t clear. What she hadn’t assumed was that Laura lived in a giant estate in the middle of downtown. It looked like a library or a cathedral. It was oddly Victorian, standing out against the modern and concrete aesthetic around. Not many buildings from that time period were downtown, and even fewer had survived a giant fire from the early 1900’s.