"What?" Ford returned, more a challenge than a question. He had visibly bristled, with his chest puffed out and the hard line of his mouth beginning to tilt towards a grimace. "What is there to figure out? What can't wait until tomorrow? There's no getting out of it." Not when everyone already thought they knew the story, not when her father had already come and gone, not when it was going to be in the paper tomorrow morning. Obviously it would have been better for them all if Ford wasn't going to marry her, because he couldn't afford a wife any more than he could afford two debutante sisters and care of two wayward cousins and a mother who spent too much on frivolities insisting they would make all the difference, but that part was decided now. This opened up a hundred new problems — where was she going to live, what expenses would they have to cover for this bullshit wedding, how much did having a scandal in the family sink Grace and Clementine's already scant chances at finding husbands — but it was inconceivable that Noble wanted him to stop and sort through all of that now, in his current state of mind.
Set by Lady!