دانلود رمان انگلیسی “مثل عاشق تو بودن”

“Are you listening to me?” Rosalie looks up from her slouch on Mother’s stiff pink fainting couch, the latest copy of Debrett’s crinkled in her hands. “The Duntons would like to meet the Spokes, and their son should dance at least one set with Henrietta.” Mother narrows her eyes and Rosalie stares back just as pointedly. She may not actually care about tonight’s ball, but she’s still her mother’s daughter. Not missing a trick is practically part of their family crest. “Good. Miss Raught could use a few more dances, and it wouldn’t hurt to turn Mr. Spokes away. Wouldn’t want him getting any ideas,” Mother says. Rosalie watches Mother consider her reflection in the three-pronged mirror. She has a small dais set up in the corner of her expansive, bluewallpapered bedroom, and she spends at least an hour at it before every ball, perfecting every single part of her outfit. Rosalie spends her fair share of that hour primping as well, but Mother is always the last one ready to leave. Well, unless Father is attending. It’s equally possible he’ll be running late tonight. They’re well suited, and always at least an hour late.