More than once, Kaden and I had argued because of her.
"Kaden sent you?" I hesitated, but the question slipped out.
"No," Megan replied smoothly. "I actually had the gown ready a week ago, but when I tried it on today, I accidentally spilled red wine on it. I was worried it might reflect poorly on Mr. Wilson, so I came to borrow one from you."
I couldn't help but laugh at how she'd convinced herself she was concerned about Kaden's reputation.
Suppressing my rising anger, I said, "Alright, follow me."
I led Megan to my walk-in closet. "Help yourself. You can try on anything you like."
"This place is huge," Megan remarked, her gaze lingering on the jewelry displayed beside the wardrobe.
"Is it?" I said, smiling with indifference. "It's just alright."
"But you're spending Mr. Wilson's money," Megan added with a hint of challenge.
I chuckled. "Is that so? You've got it wrong. The money I spend is all mine. Kaden—he's not as wealthy as I am."
I settled on the sofa. "Even if I were spending Kaden's money, so what? Maybe someone would want to spend it but can't."