Yesterday was a day to realize. I think I have been too moody these days. Yesterday, my husband asked what was the matter. I answered that I had no jewel or gem. If I am going to an affair so grand , I need to look like I fit in. He answered me with flowers. A flower is no match for a jewel or a gem in my opinion. I don’t want to look like a pauper. He then suggested going to my friend Madame Forestier to borrow some jewelry. What a wonderful idea I hadn’t thought about. When I arrived at my friend house, I told her about my whole trouble. She then sat me in front of her desk full of jewelry. I saw gold, silver, and lace earrings, rings, bracelets, and necklaces. I kept putting them on like a little kid in a candy store, but there was something
