Aria’s POV
The entire ride to the restaurant, I wanted something to happen — anything that would make me get out of this car, out of this stupid dress, and out of this stupid dinner with Dante and his supposed girlfriend.
But with every minute we got closer to the restaurant, I realized it wasn’t going to happen, and I was stuck in a stupid black dress that hugged my sides for at least two hours — with my future husband, who had spent the entire ride rubbing his palm on my leg exposed by the very high slit, the father of my baby, and the woman he was dating.
Why couldn’t the universe just give me a break for one day?
“Remember, don’t embarrass me. Just sit pretty and smile, and don’t order too much food,” Marco reminded me as we got out of the car, his cold hand taking mine and leading
