In the End

Now, ten years later I found myself looking completely different, I looked old now, the years had done me some damage, and the work I had to do to repay the necklace, had turned me into a loud, obnoxious housewife. I now looked like the rest of the population, I no longer was beautiful or charming, I no longer made a difference nor stood out in the crowd. I now looked as a woman of my given rank in society. But the necklace was finally paid off, and I had decided to take a small break and walk around the park, where I found Mme. Forestier. I approached her, and at first she did not recognize me, she had no idea who I was, but I told her and I explained everything to her. Only to find out the necklace was made of paste, and not of real pearls. It was worth at most five hundred francs, and not thirty-six thousand.