"Have you ever been kissed" Pierre teased. But before Zaza could protest, her eyes met his and everything else seemed to fade away... her father, the Palace, her life as a Princess Marie-Celeste.... Then, as if it was part of poetry and music, his arms went around her and his lips found hers. This was what she had sought with a man. This was love. Yet Pierre was troubled. "I have nothing to offer you, my precious, except love," he said at last. "I want... nothing else," Zaza sighed, Boldly, passionately, he pulled her closer. "Then we have today, my darling," he rejoiced. "It is all I ask of fate and the nods. Today is mine!"