Luciana POV
The car lurches forward, and I make no move to pull away from Enzo. I don't know what I'm more shocked by. Enzo's father's bulls*t view about women or Enzo making it clear he had no place in our marriage. I'm sure Marco plans to spew more of his antiquated rhetoric at dinner, but I feel better feeling like I have Enzo at my back. "I'm sure you heard most if not all of that conversation. Since we have time before we have dinner, I'd like to take you to some special place," he says.
"I'd like that, but can we go to the hotel first so I can change into more appropriate dinner attire. I don't think your father would appreciate my bloody clothes," I say with a smile. "That won't be necessary. You can get changed at the place we are going," he says. I go to open my mouth, but he p
