دانلود رمان انگلیسی “عاشقانه دافنه”

Daphene Lancaster stood hidden in the shadows of her brother-inlaw’s terrace, spying on Society’s first introduction to a young lady of unparalleled beauty. The belle of the ball that night was none other than her own older sister. Athena had always been inexpressibly stunning. No one, however, had ever lacked the words to describe how very plain Daphne was. The first such comments had come from a Mrs. Carter when Daphne was six. “Such a lovely looking family, the Lancasters,” Mrs. Carter had said to her sister. “Except for that little Daphne.” “Yes,” had come the unwavering reply. “A little mouse of a thing. Has not a bit of her mother’s beauty, poor girl. She’ll not amount to much as far as looks, I’m afraid.” After overhearing that conversation, Daphne had spent an entire month attempting to overcome her unfortunate plainness. She had worn ribbons in her hair and had shined her own shoes twice a day. No matter the strength of her desire to run and play, she had kept still and quiet and, therefore, pristinely clean and well turned-out. Some months later, the vicar’s wife had told her how grateful she should be to not have her sisters’ beauty, as a bit of plainness tended to keep young ladies from becoming overly pert. Surely a vicar’s wife would know the truth of such a thing.