It was the gayest season Monte Carlo had ever known, and of all the beautiful bejewelled women, Mademoiselle Fantome was causing a sensation. Who was the exquisite "ghost," with her shining golden hair and dreaming dark eyes? Why did her formidable aunt guard her so carefully?
Even Mademoiselle herself did not understand the seductive role she was playing. But her troubled young heart knew that evil was drawing close to her, that she was a pawn in a mysterious plot to avenge an old wrong.
Too late, she discovered that jealousy and bitterness were threatening to destroy her new-found love.