Enemies to lovers (Kylian Mbappe story)

Celebration

Back in Paris, the city was buzzing with life. It felt like a world away from the tranquil hills of Tuscany, but for Jordan and Kylian, it was home. Their house was filled with sunlight as they unpacked their suitcases, a tangible reminder that their magical time in Italy had come to an end. Yet, there was a peacefulness between them, a sense of grounding after the whirlwind of the past few weeks.

"You know," Jordan said, pulling out a framed photo from the wedding, "it's strange being back here. It almost feels like nothing's changed, but at the same time, everything has."

Kylian looked over, smiling softly as he admired the picture. It was of them during their dance, mid-laugh, their joy radiating from the image. "That's because we've changed," he said. "We're different, stronger. Italy was like a reset."

Jordan nodded, feeling the truth in his words. After the trials, the planning, the wedding—it was like Italy had given them space to breathe, to rediscover each other without the noise of their busy lives. And now, back in Paris, they were ready to build the next phase of their life together.

As they unpacked, Kylian's phone beeped. It was a message from Neymar, a cheeky little message . "Don't forget to keep the spark alive—date night every week!" it read, along with a suggestion to visit one of his favorite restaurants in Paris.

Kylian laughed and showed Jordan. "Guess Neymar wants to make sure we don't fall into routine too quickly." Jordan smirked.

"He's not wrong, though. Life can get pretty crazy with everything we've got going on. Maybe we should take his advice."

And so they made a promise, standing there in the middle of the house, surrounded by suitcases and wedding gifts—they would prioritize each other, no matter how busy things got. Date nights, quiet moments, and plenty of adventures together.

They decided to hold a small get-together with their family and closest friends to celebrate their wedding. Since their ceremony in Italy had been a private affair, just the two of them, they wanted to share their joy with the people who mattered most. The intimate gathering was set to take place at their home, an elegant space with a rooftop terrace that offered stunning views of the city.
The evening of the celebration arrived, and the house was filled with the soft hum of laughter and conversation. Jordan stood in front of a mirror, adjusting the delicate, flowing dress she'd chosen for the occasion. It wasn't as formal as her wedding gown, but it still made her feel beautiful. Kylian appeared behind her, wearing a sharp navy blazer and his signature smile.

"You look perfect," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist."So do you," Jordan replied, turning in his embrace to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"Ready to do this?" Kylian grinned. "Let's go make this official with our family."

They stepped out onto the terrace, where a long table was set up, adorned with candles and fresh flowers. The guests—close friends along with their families—mingled, sipping champagne and nibbling on appetizers.

As Jordan and Kylian made their way through the crowd, they were greeted with hugs, congratulations, and warm smiles. It felt like an extension of the magic they had experienced in Italy, only now, they were surrounded by the people who had been with them every step of the way.

After a while, Neymar stood up, glass in hand, signaling that it was time for a toast. "To Kylian and Jordan," he began, his voice loud enough to quiet the chatter. "We didn't get to be there when you two made it official, but we've all seen how much love you have for each other. I can't think of two people who deserve happiness more. Here's to a lifetime of joy, laughter, and maybe one or two arguments to keep things interesting."