As more guests arrived, Megan and Jonathan hurried off to greet them.
Meanwhile, Scott, holding a glass of wine, walked confidently toward Caitlin. Standing in front of her, his gaze unabashedly roved over her figure. With a smirk, he tried to strike up a conversation.
“Caitlin, it’s been years. You seem to be doing quite well for yourself.”
Scott made no mention of the past, assuming Caitlin was still in the dark about the fire he had started years ago. His interest was now piqued by her transformation; the new, stunning Caitlin had become an irresistible magnet.
“Scott,” Caitlin replied with a frosty smile, “chatting with me like this in front of everyone—aren’t you worried my sister will get jealous? Or that people might start gossiping about you?”
Her tone was dripping with sarcas
