Gia, 20

I have a very particular idea of a perfect morning. Fresh coffee, something sweet from a little bakery, music playing softly, and absolutely nobody telling me to hurry. I’m French, after all. I believe some things in life deserve to be enjoyed slowly.

People often tell me I look like a doll. I suppose it's the long hair, the delicate features, or perhaps the way I dress. I do love pretty things — little dresses, beautiful lingerie, flowers, and anything that feels wonderfully feminine. But I promise there's a real personality behind the pretty face, and she can be rather opinionated.

I'm a romantic, though perhaps not in the traditional sense. I don't need grand declarations or dramatic love stories. I find romance in the details: someone remembering how I take my coffee, a handwritten note, an unexpected invitation to somewhere beautiful. I like feeling that a moment was created just for me.

I can spend hours getting ready for a special evening, choosing the perfect outfit and changing my mind at least three times. But once I'm there, I forget all about appearances. I love conversations that make me curious, silly jokes, and those little moments when two people suddenly realize they have more in common than they expected.

I'm naturally gentle, but I have a mischievous side that tends to surprise people. I enjoy a little playful teasing, especially with someone who knows how to tease me back. And although I might look terribly innocent in a pink dress, I do have a talent for getting my own way.

My favorite people are those who make me feel comfortable enough to be completely myself. No performances, no unnecessary complications. Just good company, a little chemistry, and perhaps another glass of champagne.

Oh, and one last thing: if you bring me flowers, please don't choose red roses. I much prefer peonies.