"I just looked it up—that bag costs over two hundred thousand!" She stared at me, face twisted in disbelief. "My god, how can you throw money away like that? In my village, that much money builds a whole house!"
She leaned against the doorframe, shaking her head. "You spend money like water—what man will ever be able to afford you?"
The irritation I'd been suppressing all night finally snapped.
I slammed my bowl onto the table.
"Mrs. Lawrence! I will say this once: You are an employee. Not my mother. Not my elder. You have no right to lecture me."
I glared at her, voice rising. "I spend my own money on what I please. And frankly—do you really think I need a man to support me?"
Violet flinched, her face flushing, but she wasn't done. "Once you're married, that money belongs to your husband's family. Who would allow a wife to spend like this? You young people never listen. I'm doing this for your own good..."
My appetite vanished. Rage burned in my chest. I was seconds away from firing her on the spot.
But then my gaze drifted to the balcony.