Author’s POVDinner that night carried an air of unspoken tension. Petal descended the staircase slowly, her steps hesitant, her heart still restless after the events of the day. She was angry—angry at herself, at her weakness, at her inability to resist him. How could I give in? she scolded herself silently. How could I be so stupid, letting him touch me like that, letting him get to me? Her cheeks burned with shame at the memory. She had promised herself never to lose control around him, never to show him how much power he truly had over her. Yet, one bold glance, one commanding touch from Sebastian, and all her resolve had crumbled.Downstairs, the warm glow of the chandelier spilled across the dining table where Penelope, her mother, was arranging the last of the dishes. The scent of freshly baked bread, roasted chicken, and herbs wafted through the air, cozy and inviting. Penelope was always meticulous when it came to family dinners—everything had to be perfect. Max, her father,
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