"Is this a diamond necklace that dazzled me for a while?

Is this the diamond necklace that took me ten years of youth? No, what cost me all this is actually the fake necklace that I don't know where it is now. That's interesting. My story is really funny. "

Mathilde went to the bathroom, took a bath and washed away the dirt of the past ten years. Dry your hair, it's as good as before, except for a few strands of silver. She smiled when she changed into a long skirt specially made in those years. It was a little big to wear a long crimson dress at that time. Everything is back to the dress of the ball ten years ago. The only difference is that Mathilde wears a real diamond necklace around her neck. The diamond necklace sparkled, and Mathilde stared at herself in the mirror, looking at her no longer white skin and wrinkles around her eyes. An inexplicable pain welled up in her heart, and she could not help crying silently.

After a long time, Mathilde came to her senses and gave a wry smile in front of the mirror.

Fold up the dark red skirt, put on the diamond necklace, and Mathilde locked them together in the box.

In the evening, when her husband came back, Mathilde said nothing. That necklace, I think, has become her permanent memory.