Tala had never been quite so nervous in her entire life. She was good at playing nonchalant, but it didn't stop the slight shaking of her hands. She's spent the majority of the day fretting about what she was going to wear, despite having an entire closet full of formal wear. Eventually, she settled on sleek blue dress robes overlayed in a sheer black. They suited her perfectly, accentuating her curves, and making her look the way she was always taught a woman should look, sophisticated and sexy.

Her only company had been the house-elf she'd inherited, who gushed at 'her mistresses beauty.' Bubbles always did dote on Tala when she was a young girl.

When she heard the knock on the door and came out into the foyer to see Bubbles rushing to answer it, greeting Rabastan with bows and bidding him to come inside. Tala had to remind herself to breathe when she saw him. He truly was the most handsome man she'd ever beheld, "Hello, Rabastan," she barely breathed, with a small, pleased smile.