JAXSON'S POV
The whole group went silent; you could hear a pin drop. Even James looked caught off guard; he looked confused, his eyes moving between Charles and Clara.
"She was on my invite list originally," James said finally, scratching the back of his neck. "Sloane came to me last week, said to take her off. Said she wouldn't fit in with everyone else."
All eyes turned to Sloane. She lifted her chin, not even a little embarrassed. "Oh come on, guys, y'all are thinking the same thing, don't pretend. She just doesn't fit the... optics."
"Opticccccs," Charles repeated, dragging the word out slowly. "I didn't know James cared about optics, or that he was a classist."
"Or that he's letting his new girl run his party," Miller added.
"I'm not his girl," Sloane snapped.
"Could've fooled
