While Pygmalion was eagerly traveling the city just to get to her, Galatea had ordered her maids to return in the meantime. She would not allow her current home to appear a disaster. Image was everything when it came to Galatea. Sure, she could love and dote on her beloved but when it came down to it she cared very much about her appearance. Even the material objects which she claimed as hers.
As her maids worked, she busied herself in her enormous walk in closet to find just the right outfit. She had to be presentable, even if it was only her husband and creator come to visit. When finally she settled on an outfit she checked her reflection to make sure it was all up to par.
And that was when one of her maids came to announce there was someone at the door. She felt a stir of excitement, "Don't answer it. I will get it." She hurried along until she came to the door and opened it with grandeur. "My sweet!" she said happily and embraced Pygmalion, kissing him deeply. It had been much too long.