Modeled after Giovanni Boccaccio's classic from the 14th Century, this collection similarly brought 100+ short stories to Wattpad readers. The original's premise was simple: ten individuals entertained themselves over a span of ten days by telling a...
"Snow's still coming down. We're not getting anywhere on those roads for a while. I'm not risking my wagon on it."
"You're breaking my heart here. Think of all the time and profit we're losing. We could have been making a fortune if everything had gone to plan."
"We might as well find some way to pass the time."
"Stories, again?"
"Well, how about one to really break your heart? It's about a girl quite similar to you actually."
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Cheran Vendrix always had a plan. She knew what she needed to do, and she did it. No questions asked.
Until... No. Cheran had a plan. That was all there was to it.
"Cheran!"
A hand slid into hers, tugging her into a side hallway. Her basket fell; sheets tumbled onto the floor. She sighed, at least they she hadn't washed them yet.
"You're coming tonight, right?" Ettore, as if anyone else would pull such a stunt. Cheran felt him smile against her neck.
Her voice caught in her throat. She nodded. He shifted, and cool metal sunk into her hand. His hold on her loosened as he stepped past her, beaming. Cheran held the key tightly, afraid to drop it.
"Great!" He pecked her cheek before dashing off.
Cheran smiled fondly as she began picking up the sheets. The sound of harsh heavy footsteps passed over her, almost hitting her. Ettore's brother, as if anyone else would do such a thing.
She stared at her hands, worn from manual labor. They were sore from all the work she had done and still had to do, yet they almost glowed with warmth. Her heart twisted. She would almost rather be cold.
Cheran could deal with complications. Ettore was a complication, not a problem. Problems were eliminated. The second he became a problem... Well, it wasn't going to happen. She would just alter her plan.
That's what she kept telling herself as she quietly stepped into Ettore's room.
She would tell him everything. He would finally know the truth. Cheran would no longer keep secrets about herself, her family, or her true purpose from him. Cheran refused to believe things would go wrong; she didn't work that way.
Ettore's relieved smile gave her a strange sort of comfort. Had anyone else been able to do that with just a look?
Ettore took her hand immediately, drawing her further into his room. He opened the door to the balcony with one hand, leading her outside. He breathed, "I feared you wouldn't come."
"I don't have the heart to say no. Besides, I have something important to say." Cheran turned her head up, ignoring the chill of the night air. His bright smile caused her voice to fade.
