A certain king had three daughters, and people came from distant countries to look at Psyche, the youngest. They caught their breath at the sight of her.
And yet nobody asked for her hand, and while both older sisters were married already, only the youngest was alone. Being too beautiful had set people at a distance from her.
Meanwhile the temple of Aphrodite was emptying, and people who had been carrying incense there went crowding to the house of Psyche. The goddess was looking down at it.