Marianne was young, she was in Paris—that perfect setting for romance—and she had landed herself a glamorous job at the dress house of Florian, that most celebrated of all dress designers, and she was in love with Nat. On the face of it, things could not have been going better. The only snag was that she was not at all sure of Nat's feelings. Did he really look upon her as anything but an accommodating younger sister? Was she being foolish to expect anything more, especially in the face of the very strong competition offered by the lovely Lisette, whose beauty seemed to have blinded Nat to the fact that she was not quite such a nice girl as Marianne? It was a good thing, Marianne consoled herself, that she had nice kind Roger Senloe to turn to for comfort and advice.