Chapter 183 In Way Over My Head

• The names were still spinning in Holly's head—a dizzying blur of titles, faces, and responsibilities—when the sleek golf cart hummed to life beneath them. The estate out front seemed to expand with every passing second, a sprawling fortress of stone and glass that made her feel entirely small.
• "Don't be hard on yourself," Andrei said gently, tracking the faint line of panic tightening her jaw. He reached across the seat, his hand a warm, grounding anchor on hers. "You'll get the hang of it, and before you know it, you'll be running this place like a well-oiled machine."
• Holly highly doubted his optimism. Taking care of herself was hard enough; how on earth was she supposed to run an entire household, especially one as massive as this?