Enemies to lovers (Kylian Mbappe story)

Last days in Italy

The last few days in Italy felt like a dream. Jordan and Kylian had fallen into an effortless rhythm, savoring the beauty of their surroundings and the newfound peace in their lives. Each morning, they would wake up to the soft warmth of the Tuscan sun, taking in the quiet serenity of the villa. The rush of their wedding had passed, leaving them with nothing but time and each other.They spent their mornings exploring the countryside, wandering through vineyards and olive groves, hand in hand. One day, they found a hidden path that led them to a small, secluded lake. The water was crystal clear, and as the sun beamed down on them, Kylian couldn't resist stripping off his shirt and diving in. Jordan laughed, watching him from the shore before joining him, the cool water a perfect contrast to the heat of the day.They floated together in the water, the world around them disappearing. It was moments like this—moments where it was just the two of them, no pressures, no expectations—that Jordan cherished the most.In the afternoons, they would return to the villa for a long, leisurely lunch, indulging in the local cuisine. They'd discovered a tiny restaurant in a nearby village, run by an elderly couple who treated them like family. The food was simple but exquisite—fresh pasta, homemade bread, and wine that seemed to taste better with each sip.Their nights were filled with starlit dinners on the terrace, soft music playing in the background as they toasted to their future. They talked about everything—their hopes, their dreams, the adventures that still lay ahead. But they also embraced the silence, content in the knowledge that they didn't need words to communicate their love.On their final evening, Kylian surprised Jordan with a candlelit dinner in the vineyard. Lanterns hung from the trees, casting a warm glow over the table set for two. As they sat down, Kylian reached for her hand, his eyes soft with love."I don't want to leave," Jordan admitted, her voice quiet. "It feels like we've built a little world here". Kylian smiled, his thumb gently brushing her hand. "We have. But our real world is waiting for us back home. And whatever we've built here, we'll carry with us."They spent the evening reminiscing about their time in Italy—the quiet mornings, the spontaneous adventures, and of course, their wedding day. Jordan's heart ached with the bittersweet feeling of leaving this beautiful place behind, but she knew Kylian was right. This was just the beginning, and their future was bright.As the moon rose higher in the sky, they took one last walk through the vineyard, the cool breeze carrying the scent of the earth and the grapes ripening on the vines. Kylian wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close as they walked in comfortable silence.When they returned to the villa, the weight of their last night in Italy settled over them. They stood on the terrace, looking out at the landscape they had come to love so much. Jordan leaned against Kylian, feeling his warmth and strength."This has been the best time of my life," she whispered.Kylian kissed her temple, his voice soft in the stillness of the night. "It's just the beginning, Mrs. Mbappé."Jordan smiled, her heart full. Tomorrow they would leave Italy, but tonight they were here, in the place where they had started their forever.And as they stood together under the stars, Jordan knew that no matter where life took them, they would always carry the magic of these days in Italy with them—forever intertwined in the fabric of their love story.