A Day That Went Wrong - In French I had been waiting for this particular day for a long time and it had finally arrived: the day of my sister's wedding (whose name is Odette) , the day I could wear the beautiful dress I had dreamed of for a long time. I'm actually exaggerating. It was all a little rushed and I had only gotten it the week before, but it was the perfect size and I couldn't have been more excited. My poor sister had stayed up all night: she was so tense! -then we made her relax a bit; we watched some videos, but around half past three in the morning Odette suddenly started hugging me and crying... in a panic, I put a sleeping pill down her throat and pushed myself into bed. I practically had to tie her up to make her stay! But she stayed, and eventually I was able to sleep too. We both slept too late that morning, and I was eventually woken up by my sister, who was frantic with worry and in her underwear, hitting me with a pillow. Her mother was in bed with a migraine, she said, the hairdresser didn't arrive and Odette couldn't find her lucky earrings. "I can't get married without my lucky earrings!" "He cried, collapsing on the floor of my room. “The wedding service starts in two hours and I can't get married without my lucky earrings! “You can probably imagine how I felt. I jumped out of bed, ran down the stairs and I made a coffee, a strong coffee! - for Odette while she searched the house looking for her earrings I secretly hoped she wouldn't find them: they were very ugly and if she had worn them she would have looked stupid room and started scolding us because we weren't ready, scolding my sister because she was running around the house wearing