The Day of The Ball

The day of the ball had finally arrived; I felt excited, overwhelmed with joy, happier than I had ever been in my life. As I walked in the chamber full of people, I felt prettier than them all, elegant, gracious, and fulfilled with joy. I danced all night, my husband did not seem to be having as much fun as me, but it didn't matter because I felt as if I was in my designated place. I knew I belong there. When the night at the ball ended, my husband and I left the chamber quickly; I didn't want to be noticed by the other women, who were leaving the ball. It was a cold night, and my husband tried to put his raggedy wraps on my shoulder, as I felt this I wanted to escape, I felt the looks of the other women and ran down the stairs to look for a cab, throwing the worn out wraps on the floor. When we arrived home, I looked myself in the mirror one more time before officially ending the best night of my life, before ending the only chance I had to be in my designated rank. As I contemplated my image for one last time, I noticed something was different the necklace was missing. I told my husband about the tragedy, and he ran to the last places we had been to after the ball, but he had no luck. Due to the circumstances, we had no other choice than to buy a new one, and so we told Mme. Forestier that we were fixing the clasp, which I had broken. The new necklace had a cost of thirty-four thousand francs; we were in debt for eternity.