“如果时间真能倒回到17岁,我想戴安娜更愿意做一个沉静的保姆,或者是一个雀跃的厨师。”1967年夏天某个黄昏,戴安娜安静地坐在冰冷的台阶上,紧紧抓着锻铁雕花的楼梯扶手,看父亲把沉重的皮箱扔进汽车后备箱;穿棉布长裙的母亲,她脚下的漆皮高跟鞋在石子路上踢踏出清脆的响声 “If time can really fall back to 17, I think Diana prefers to be a quiet nanny or a jolly chef.” Diana sat quietly on the icy steps of the summer of 1967, Grasping the wrought iron carved staircase handrails, watching his father throw heavy luggage into the trunk of the car; mother wearing a cotton dress, patent leather high heels at the foot of her play in the gravel on the crisp sound