He brought out a wrapped box. "I couldn't open this for fifteen years.” He told her, placing the box between the both of them.
"Is this the present they got you? Triffany looked down at the box.
Carlos lifts his eyes to suppress the tears that were trying to flow down. "It was covered in blood, my parent's blood spilt on it.” He exhaled sharply.
"I couldn't open it since then, I wanted it to remain a mystery box.” He looked at Triffany. "It's childish right? I'm childish."
Triffany shook her head. "No you're not, you're strong and a bold heir.” She told him.
Carlos was not sure if she was right. "You think so?” He asked, raising the corner of his brow.
"I know so.” She said seriously with her eyes on his.
Carlos lifts the box up facing her. "Would you help me open it?” Triffa
