the first thing that comes to her mind when she hears the knock isn’t exactly lovely; rina’s not the one to swear, she really isn’t, but the fact that she still doesn’t think she’s one-hundred percent ready for this, that she’s still not perfect causes her an amount of stress she hasn’t experienced in a while. her head snapping from side to side as she searches for her heels (god, heels! when was the last time she wore heels if ever?!) and when she finally finds them, she lets out a deep sigh of relief before quickly putting them on. stumbling all the way to the door (stopping only once to take another quick look at her dress in the full-body mirror on the way and claiming that she looks okay-ish), she takes a deep breath before finally opening the door, a wide, little bit awkward but genuine smile on her face. “hey! sorry it took me a while… i didn’t find my shoes. you look…” she has to stop, because she literally needs a few seconds to catch her breath. her smile grows wider before she finishes her sentence, “gorgeous. absolutely stunning.”