Oh Merlin's beard. Miss Farley looked overcome and as somebody who hadn't cried in near a decade, not even after the loss of her parents, Greer didn't exactly know what to do as the unshed tears collected in her future cousin's eyes. What had Ford done? This was not the same look she saw in every other bride she had ever worked with. Nerves certainly, but this went beyond that. Greer was not a naturally empathetic person, nor did she truly understand what was at play here, but she knew at least where she stood and what little she could do about it.

Gently, she reached out and laid her hand on Jemima's arm. In the grand scheme of things, Greer wasn't doing much but offering the one thing she was good at. She may not have been very good at exhibiting kindness, but she was good with gratitude and she owed the Greengrass family quite a bit. "Let's do this one, it has a bit less shine to it." Greer offered her a small smile and showed her preferred fabric with the lace. It really would look lovely together. "I'd like to make you something for after, too. While you're away on your honeymoon. Just a day dress or something you could wear to dinner." Everything was better in a new dress. The trousseau itself was rather straightforward and Greer thought they both might die of embarrassment if they had to discuss nightgowns and chemises right now. Greer could make those with little input based on current fashions as soon as she found out Miss Farley's favorite colors.