Lucie, 23

I have a confession to make: I’m a little addicted to being admired. Not in a serious, dramatic way — I just think life is more fun when you dress up, feel beautiful, and give people something to talk about.

I’m Italian, and I have a very Italian relationship with life. I take my time over dinner, have strong opinions about what makes a good espresso, and believe that almost any problem can be solved with a little sunshine and a change of scenery. I love fashion, beautiful hotels, and finding places that make me want to take a hundred photographs. But I’m equally happy sitting at a tiny seaside restaurant, ordering far too much food and laughing until my cheeks hurt.

I can be quite particular about the little things. I notice how someone treats a waiter, whether they remember something I mentioned in passing, and how they behave when nobody important is watching. Good taste is lovely, but good character is much more attractive.

I have a competitive streak, too. Whether it’s a game, a silly bet, or a playful argument, I absolutely hate losing. Although I might be persuaded to admit defeat if the reward is interesting enough.

I suppose I’m a mixture of glamour, mischief, and a little Italian stubbornness. You’ll probably notice the glamour first. The rest tends to reveal itself over dinner.