Fleur was not an idiot. She knew that Ginny and Molly were still not overly fond of her. Although she had thought it perfectly obvious that she would stay with Bill even after his attack, Molly had seemed to take it as some sort of sign that Fleur wasn't as bad as she'd thought. However, there was still a discernible chill in the air when Fleur was alone with the Weasley women, no matter how much she tried to include them in her wedding plans. It was just her nature, her brusque and somewhat supercilious attitude that rubbed people the wrong way. Fleur tried to edit herself but couldn't, so she thought prolonged exposure might endear them to her a little.
Putting aside her book of swatches, she looked at the one that Ginny had pointed out. She rubbed her finger over it and wrinkled her nose, "Oui, eet ees very rough. Eet ees a Summer wedding, we need to find somezing a leetle lighter."
Fleur stroked a pale pink silk hopefully. It would look radiant on Gabrielle, but it would clash horribly with Ginny's hair. "Per'aps we should 'ave you two een different colours... " She wondered aloud, then shook her head, "No, zat only works when zere ees more zan two." Fleur put aside the pink and moved on, wondering if Ginny could appreciate that Fleur wanted her as a bridesmaid, and not just because she was Bill's sister.