"Come in," Joanna's voice softly rang across her quiet room to respond to the sound of typical knocks on the door.
The sun had once again set in the land of Barasca, calling in the change of the day in a few more hours to come.
A warm smile adorned Joanna's bright face, which was painted with the warm glow of the burning light in the room when the person on the other side of the door stepped inside her room and closed the door behind him.
Canillas returned Joanna's welcoming warm smile with his as he made his way toward her, who was sitting at the dressing table in a white nightgown, combing her hair. When he reached for her, he gently stroked Joanna's head before bending down to plant a kiss on the top of her head.
Letting his lips linger on Joanna's head for a few seconds, Canillas turned to take a seat on the edge of the bed, which was positioned across from the dressing table, where Joanna sat. His eyes were fixated on Joanna's face, which was reflected in the mirror.
