“Okay, so don’t freak out,” Chet said, turning onto the lane where his family’s plantation sat. “We’re almost there. In fact, everything you see out the front and both sides is Chadwick land.”
“Wow,” Olympia said, her oversized sunglasses exactly what Southern high society women wore. “It’s amazing.”
“Everyone will be here,” he said.
“I know,” she replied. “You’ve told me a thousand times.” She smiled and reached across the console to hold his hand. “Do you think I can’t handle uppity people?” She laughed. “I’m pretty sure you were right beside me last week when I dealt with Mrs. Sherman.”
Chet had been, yes. And Olympia had handled the angry woman with more zeroes in her bank account than anyone just fine. In fact, Louise Sherman had then posted about the great service and fine staff
