The Explosion of Love
"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 . . .

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!"