Chapter 2. The Werewolf and the Witch

"Come on, Giovanna. I'll show you your room." Henrique said, pulling her by the hand.

Giovanna entered the room, which was decorated in pink. Even the bedspread was pink, and she hated it. She discovered that she didn't like that colour. There were some dolls and bears on wall shelves and she stared at them indignantly. How could she be so childish? She didn't like anything she saw. She approached the chest of drawers and saw a photo of herself smiling with her uncle and guardian, Henrique, and it didn't seem real, she didn't feel like the young woman in the photo. She felt his hands on her shoulders and she didn't like it. She pulled away to get away from the contact and faced him seriously.

"Did I like those things?" She asked, covering the room with her hand.

Henrique laughed.

"Of course. You decorated your room yourself. Look at the clothes in your wardrobe." He said to see her reaction. They wer