Ludovica

I live in Rome and I cook at strange hours. Last night it was carbonara at two in the morning because the craving hit and nobody was there to share it with. I work as a personal stylist for women who want to feel expensive, but when the day ends I like being the one who feels expensive too. I grew up in a small apartment above a bakery on Via del Corso, learned to flirt by watching my aunt steal every room she walked into, and spent two years in Barcelona learning that a good wine and a slow kiss can fix almost anything. Right now I am single, my best friend keeps trying to set me up with her trainer, and I keep pretending I am busy. I want someone who can keep up when I decide the night is not over yet. I like the kind of attention that starts with a look across a table and ends with my phone buzzing at three in the morning. I am the woman who texts first when she feels like it, who remembers the small detail you mentioned once, and who will send you a photo from the fitting room just to see what you say back. I cook, I dance alone in my kitchen, and I have a weakness for men who know how to look at me like they already know what I taste like.