Jade's heart fell. Black's mother hated her already. How was she supposed to deal with her?
“Mother, what sort of nonsense did you just say?” Charles asked, indignation evident in her voice.
“It's not nonsense if it's true,” Caitlin argued, “her hair looks so unkempt, and her clothes look like she got them from thrift stores.”
“She doesn't look unkempt,” Charles countered, and Jade smiled, happy to see he was standing up for her.
“What about her clothes?” Caitlin queried.
“So because she doesn't purchase wears from expensive stores, she's beneath me?” Black's voice rose an octave.
“Charles, honey,” Caitlin tried to placate him, “I'm just looking out for you. I know girls like her, they're nothing but social ladder climbers and gold diggers.”
“It takes one to know one, doesn't it?”
