Petal's POV    The afternoon breeze carried the aroma of freshly prepared spices as I stood by my mother in the kitchen. Her soft hums filled the room, blending perfectly with the rhythm of chopping and stirring. I couldn't believe it when she told me Sebastian would be joining us for dinner. Sebastian—so polished, so perfect—was coming to our humble home. The news had left me in a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from excitement to an inexplicable nervousness.    I had offered to help with the preparations, wanting everything to be flawless. From slicing vegetables to stirring sauces, I immersed