A Day That Went Wrong - In FrenchI had been looking forward to this particular day for a long time and it had finally arrived: my sister's wedding day (whose name is Odette), the day when I could wear the beautiful dress I had dreamed of for some time. Actually, I'm exaggerating. It was all a bit rushed and I'd only had it the week before, but it was the perfect size and I couldn't have been more excited. My poor sister had been awake all night-she was so tense! -then we made her relax a little; we watched videos, but at about half past three in the morning, Odette suddenly started hugging me and crying... panicking, I forced a sleeping pill down her throat and I pushed myself into bed. I had to practically tie her up to force her to stay! But she stayed, and eventually I managed to sleep too. We both slept too late that morning, and finally I was woken up by my sister, who was frantic with worry and in his underwear, hitting me with a pillow. Mom 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!” "She cried, collapsing in a heap on the floor of my room. “The wedding service is going to start in two hours and I can't get married without my lucky earrings! “You can probably guess how I felt. I jumped out of bed, ran down the stairs and made a coffee-a strong coffee! -for Odette while she was searching the house trying to find her earrings. Secretly, I hoped she wouldn't find them again - they're very ugly, and she would have looked stupid if she'd worn them. Finally, my mother emerged from her room and started yelling at us for not being ready, yelling at my sister because she was running around the house in her