Greer was getting an easy picture in her head, an easy, more classic wedding silhouette, something to fit the time of year in addition to the occasion. Embroidery along the neckline and the sleeves, slim skirt with some lace overlay, maybe an airy layer over the satin, some lace along the train. It was fairly easy to envision. The tea was brought in while she worked, and she motioned for her guests to take what they would like.

She listened as she sketched, nodding along. "If you like, after the wedding, should you like me to change the color afterward I certainly can, to make it more of a staple piece." Color charms were her other specialty, at least in women's clothing. Greer was actually a far better men's tailor, but she wasn't about to say that aloud at this point in time.

"No, my sister and I moved here in early October after the loss of our parents." Greer had always been up front about the facts, though this time was a little less harsh in her delivery. "My father was the cousin of Mrs. Greengrass, they were the closest family we had, so they took us in." She still thought unnecessarily, but wasn't about to add that either. "I've been a seamstress for a few years now." Starting apprenticing in the summers between her last couple of years at school, then taking on a position full time once she'd graduated. Embroidering had been something she'd done her whole life though; it was therapeutic to stab things but still make it pretty in the end.

"There, what do you think?" Greer turned the the sketch toward Miss Farley with a small smile. "Would you like a long veil or short one? We can look at fabrics next, unless you'd like changes?"