After dressing up, Carlos helped Triffany blow dry her hair, he applied the cream on it and brushed it for her. "Do I have to do all these things?" He asked as she told him to.

"You have to pay the price for hurting my hands," Triffany told him already loving this. Couples should be able to do these she thought to herself.

"It wasn't my fault."

"Then whose fault was it?" She asked as she turns around to look at him.

"The fault of that glass ball." He pointed at the ball that was back at the table.

"You're unbelievable!" Triffany took the brush from his hands. "Go to...