In the beginning, of the short story, "The Necklace" Matilde was ungrateful and upset with what she had currently. She wanted to be in a higher class with all the wealthy people. Matilde said, "I'm utterly miserable at not having any jewels, not a single stone, to wear." She was just disappointed and embarrassed that she had near to nothing.
As the party grew near that her husband got her ticket, she didn't really want to go because she didn't have all the nice jewels like the rich ladies. Matilde said to her husband, "I shall look absolutely no one. I would almost rather not go to the party." Later on, her husband gives her the idea to borrow some jewelry from her rich friend Madame Forestier.
When Matilde was getting ready for the party she put on the diamond necklace that her friend Madame Forestier let her borrow. "She flung herself on her friend's breast, embraced her frenziedly, and went away with her treasure." She also made her husband buy her a dress that was 400 francs.
Once, She recieved the necklace from Madame Forestier, she headed to the party and had the most amazing night of her life. It was everything that Matilde had dreamed of, "She was the prettiest women present, elegant, graceful, smiling, and quite above herself with happiness. All the men stared at her, inquired her name, and asked to be introduced to her." It was truly the best night of her life.
When Matilde was heading home she said, "I...I...I've no longer got Madame Forestier's necklace." Her and her husband searched for days looking for the necklace because they could just picture the heavty cost. After, they had no luck with finding the necklace, the husband suggested "We must see about replacing the diamonds." So that's we exactly what they did, they bought a new diamond necklace for 36 thousand francs.
Matilde and her husband weren’t in a financially good position so they had to work 10 years in debt. After, the 10 years Matilde was old, ugly, and poor. One day she went up to Madame Forestier and told her about the whole incident. Madame Forestier said, "Oh, my poor Matilde! But mine was an imitation. It was worth at the very most five hundred francs!..." So the 10 years of hard work Matilde and her husband put in was pointless.