My intellect is the gift I treasure most. But it isn’t the only one I possess. In a country that boasts of having the most beautiful women in Europe, I am considered a prize, with my fine-featured face, hazel eyes and long jet-black hair that turn heads on the streets of Bucharest. If I have one complaint, it is that my skin has the noticeably olive tint from the Mediterranean side of my father’s lineage.
