Creepin | Kylian Mbappé

Chapter forty-eight

(Y/n)'s POV

I was extremely nervous, each second felt like my heart was dropping to my stomach, and rising back up.

I'm about to meet Kylian's mom.

Earlier this morning, I went shopping for an outfit for tonight. I kept my outfit simple and went with a black mid-thigh dress with a high neckline, sheer tights that matched my skin tone, and long black boots that reached slightly below the knee. To complete the outfit, I have my butterfly necklace that Kylian gave me, which I never take off. I loved the dress's high-neckline design and personally felt it was a perfect choice for dinner.

Ale loved it too, which made me feel more confident about my decision. I kept my makeup simple, and for my hair, I just straightened it. Nothing too crazy, since in the end, I wasn't aiming to impress with my outfit, but with who I am on the inside. "Any advice?" I asked Pierre, who was driving me to Kylian's place. My question caught him off guard, I watched as he froze for a moment before turning down his instrumental music.

"What precisely are you seeking advice on?" He didn't seem interested in talking. His question didn't sound genuine, it was more like he was asking, 'Why are you talking to me?'

"Well, I'm guessing you've met Kylian's mother. Right?" I asked.

Pierre nodded, "I have indeed. She is a remarkably kind lady."

Thank goodness. Hearing that brought me relief, "Could you give me some advice on how to get on her good side?" I'm still very curious.

Pierre didn't say anything at first, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer at all, but he eventually did. "I can assure you, the very essence of who you are, as you stand, is already an affirmation in her eyes."

Huh?

What does that even mean? I sighed and gave up, leaning back against my seat. We were getting close to Kylian's place, I could tell by the open land, and the few houses in sight.

"Just be yourself."

Suddenly, I lost focus on the view to my left, and focused on the brief advice Pierre had just given me. I glanced at him through the rearview mirror and saw that he was already staring at me. He gave me a faint smile, hardly noticeable, but definitely a smile.

Although I was still very anxious, I felt a sense of happiness knowing I was making some progress with Pierre. But, the comforting feeling quickly faded when the car pulled into the driveway of Kylian's place. All I wanted was for Pierre to slow down, but he drove up that long driveway as if he had somewhere to be.

Not even a second after the car came to a complete stop, Pierre had already opened his door, gotten out, and opened mine. Well damn. "Thank you," I thanked him as I stepped out of the car and made my way past him toward the mansions's main entrance. Just in time, I saw the door open and Kylian quickly step out. At the same moment, I heard the car engine start, and Pierre driving away.

Kylian stood there, his eyes widened slightly as I approached him. "You look so... beautiful," He smiled, and I hugged him tightly, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Pulling away, I looked him up and down.