Petal’s POV
The soft clinking of silverware and the gentle hum of voices around me faded into the background as Sebastian's words reached my ears. "Your mom is asking you to go downstairs, come, let’s go." His voice was smooth, almost commanding, yet it held a warmth that seemed to envelop me. I nodded, still trying to gather my thoughts from our earlier conversation, and followed him down the stairs.

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