Ghostwriting the Villainess

Eighty percent of the romances in this academy run on my letters. I'm the one who writes them. My clients are the ones who hand them over. Even when a delivered love blossoms, my name shows up nowhere. The fee is a single silver coin. I keep shop only after class, in an empty classroom on the third floor of the west wing. I had one talent: no one ever remembers my face. That's exactly why I can work as a ghostwriter. There is just one person I want to protect. Lady Cecilia. A night of ruin is fated to come for her. I have never once exchanged a single word with her. We only pass each other by. I don't intend to stop it. I'll simply arrange for it never to come. To that end, I write letters. Sometimes I choose not to write them. I change the order of things. I set loose one rumor, and only one. But then a page I wrote passes into a stranger's hands; someone who knows my signal appears; and wares peddled under my name begin to circulate— A ghostwriter can never run from her own handwriting.