Lea, a Belgravia daydream

Auburn waves and a smile that arrives before hello: Lea makes a soft, romantic first impression and then keeps it. She is petite at 161 cm, with hazel eyes that shift between green and gold depending on the light, and she dresses in gentle colours, blush silk, cream knits, a ribbon where you least expect one. There is something sun-kissed about her even in November, as though she carries a private summer around Belgravia in her handbag.

Sweet is accurate, but spontaneous is the word that explains her. Lea is the companion who spots a tiny ceramics studio down a side street and insists you both look inside, or who changes the dinner plan because a theatre two streets away has returns for tonight. She is charming in a wholly unforced way, with fluent English and an infectious curiosity about how other people live. Interior design is her quiet passion; she notices a good lamp or a well-chosen fabric instantly, and she throws her own pots at weekends, mostly lopsided, all loved.

Belgravia is home, and she thinks of its cream stucco squares as rooms in one enormous, elegant house. She loves beginning an evening at The Pantechnicon on Motcomb Street, up in the roof garden among the chimney pots, then wandering past the design showrooms of Pimlico Road as their windows glow. If there is a new play at the Royal Court on Sloane Square she will want to see it; if not, a quiet supper and the walk back to The Berkeley or The Goring suit her perfectly.

Lea lives in Belgravia and visits Chelsea and Victoria hotels just as happily. See every fare on the rates page, then send the desk a message to meet her.