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Yvonne's POV

I was a bundle of nerves, never having been in a relationship long enough to face the "meet-the-parents" scenario. Meeting my fiancé's mother added an extra layer of strangeness. I had a gut feeling she wouldn't be thrilled about an ordinary girl entering her family. Maybe she suspected I was after her son's wealth. I hoped for a pleasant encounter, or at least to avoid a disastrous one. I'd heard horror stories from friends with difficult mothers-in-law and didn't want to join their ranks.

Kylian's limo arrived promptly at six, and I opted for a safe little black dress. Throughout the ride to his family's estate, he remained absorbed in his tablet, barely speaking to me. It was a bit off-putting; he didn't even flirt or suggest anything, which was unusual for him.

Upon reaching the grand mansion, Kylian seamlessly slipped into the role of fiancé, guiding me with a hand on my lower back as we entered. A woman in her mid-fifties, with graying dark hair, appeared from a near