Trust.

Elizabeth was still having a hard time processing the foul proclamation she'd just heard break out of her mother's lips. Her emerald-greens beaming a dulled luster, she couldn't help but wish that her uncle Harrow stayed present in the house to witness all of this unfold. But it seemed like the man had headed out on some business. 

About Preston and James… ?! If they were with her, at this hour, would her father be contemplating on such thoughts as even this? 

But her mother, Mrs. Blythe had re-stated her previous claim some two times extra. It was such a situation where her mother had made certain of her demands which she was hell-bent on seeing get pushed through.