After a whirlwind of activity in New York, where every day had been a blend of luxurious shopping, interior consultations, and long walks under the city lights, Annie and Bella finally returned to the Philadelphia suite. Lukas had made sure that Roy personally brought them back in the Mercedes, not willing to compromise on their comfort or safety. He had called them the night before, his voice soft with concern, asking if they were doing fine and whether they missed him. Of course, they did.
It was a calm afternoon when the suite door swung open. The familiar scent of white orchids and fresh linen welcomed the girls home. Annie stepped in first, her cheeks slightly flushed from the road, hand instinctively resting on her baby bump. Bella followed, dragging along the carefully packed bags full of catalogs, sample fabric swatches, and some exquisite souvenirs. The suite hadn't changed, but somehow it felt even more spacious now, more serene.
