Victoria’s POV

"I'll just drop my bags in 54A, then head straight next door to 54B," I muttered to myself, adjusting my white leather Chanel handbag as I stepped out of the private elevator onto the 54th floor.

I was floating on cloud nine. The flight back from Paris had been smooth, and my arms were full of fresh garment bags straight from the runway.

"Helena said Arthur already picked out the engagement ring size for Ethan," I whispered, keying into my penthouse door. "We need to lock down this wedding date today before Emily starts getting any silly ideas about slowing things down."

I pushed open the heavy double...