Ask for a sequel to "Necklace" of about 300 words! !

Hearing Mrs. Frais's words, she froze for a long time and couldn't believe her ears. Her heart began to churn and tears flowed down.

She stumbled back to the shabby attic and stood in front of the mirror, looking at how old she was, with red hands and rough dark skin. She smiled weakly, and the mistake of fate made her lose her pride and vanity. But vanity, like a despicable thief, stole her ten years of happiness; Vanity is a terrible poisonous snake, which silently devours what she deserves in ten years: beauty, wealth, youth ... What else does she have now? Nothing! If she doesn't go to the dance, he, if she doesn't borrow the damn necklace, if she's not so vain, she'll regret it, but if it's just if.

Poor Mathilde suddenly felt dizzy and everything seemed to go back to the past. Somehow, she felt that she was back at the party, wearing a real diamond necklace and spinning wildly. At this moment, a female guest came over. "She must be jealous of my beauty," she thought. The female guest came forward and said, "Are you feeling better, madam?" Then Mathilde knew that she was lying in a hospital bed.

Ten years of youth and a thousand years of beauty are buried in a necklace! Mathilde, I hope this is a dream.

Mrs. Frais's Day came to see her. They reached an agreement that Mathilde could choose to accept forty thousand francs or a necklace. In addition, Madame Frais will pay Mathilde 6,000 francs and compensation for mental damage.

She accepted the latter.

She went home wearing a necklace. On the way, she thought, "I finally have a necklace of my own." However, when her husband knew that she didn't choose money, he swore: "You idiot! Can a diamond necklace fill your stomach? Wear it for a lifetime! " Then he slammed the door with six thousand francs.

Mathilde was completely desperate. However, she would rather beg along the street than sell necklaces, and even less live by hook or by crook. This is her lifelong belief, and she is confident that she will not owe anyone anything in this life.

Christmas is coming, and the holy snowflakes fall from the sky, as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, full of gloom and busyness, laying a thick snow mattress on the whole city of Paris. Some people sing and dance, others give gifts to each other. In the joyful atmosphere, no one noticed a beggar in rags sitting in the corner with a diamond necklace around his neck.