Auburn waves, hazel eyes and a habit of turning any lobby into a design lesson.
Every photo compared with Lea in person · listing updated September 2026 · Photo policy
Picture auburn waves falling past the shoulders of a petite woman, 161 cm, in a soft blush dress, and you have Lea before she has said a word. Her eyes are hazel and careful; they take in the room, settle, and her smile arrives a moment later. The style is soft romance: fine knits, a ribbon in her hair now and then, delicate gold, a wool coat in a colour she calls oat. She is in her early twenties and carries it with a gentle self-possession that puts older company at ease straight away.
Sweet is accurate, spontaneous even more so. Lea is the companion who suggests changing plans halfway through the main course because she has just remembered a better dessert two streets away. Interior design is her obsession, so expect honest verdicts on your hotel's cushions. Theatre feeds her love of a good story, and a weekly ceramics class keeps her hands busy and her patience in good repair. She speaks English warmly, with a laugh that makes strangers at the next table smile too.
Her W2 evening crosses west into Holland Park for Leighton House on Holland Park Road, the Victorian painter's home whose Arab Hall is lined with antique blue tiles beneath a gilded dome, a room she will stand in quietly for longer than you expect. It is roughly a twelve minute cab from Paddington, so a late afternoon start works best. Afterwards comes a pre-theatre supper along Holland Park Avenue, a play if tickets allow, and a last glass back at the hotel with her review of the set design.
Lea is happy to meet guests across Holland Park and the W2 hotels a short cab away. Midweek early evenings are simplest to arrange; send the desk a date and she will suggest the play.
Lea's weekends book up early, so midweek starts around 6pm are the easiest to secure. From Belgravia she reaches a W2 hotel in about twenty minutes.
Every line is quoted in whole pounds and settled with her in cash on arrival. Travel, airport minimums and cancelling are set out on the rates page.
Lea is based around Belgravia and comes out to W2 hotels and homes like everyone on the board. No travel charge applies anywhere in Zones 1 and 2.
Lea arrives at 17:45 holding two paper tickets she printed because, she says, a phone screen has no romance. The first half hour is a drink in your hotel lounge, where she moves one cushion and explains why the lighting is several shades too cool.
The cab west takes twelve minutes, and she spends it asking which room of your own home you would redesign first, and in what colour. Supper is small plates, shared, eaten briskly with one eye on the time. At the theatre she reads the programme cover to cover before the lights go down and squeezes your arm at the interval to predict the ending, often wrongly. After the curtain comes a short walk in the cool air, a cab back to W2 and a final cup of tea she insists on making herself.
The lamps. Good rooms have three sources of warm light. Bad rooms have one ceiling panel and a sad little reading light.
A set of six espresso cups. I have finished four, and none of them match, which I now call a design choice.
A play for a first evening, so we can talk about it afterwards. Musicals leave everyone humming instead of talking.
This log only grows when a client who actually met Lea writes in afterwards. The desk reads every note before it appears, prints it under a first name and the month of the booking, and never drafts one itself. Empty for now is the honest state.
Checked before publishing · first name plus month · removed whenever Lea asks
Tap WhatsApp and a message naming Lea is ready to go. Fill in the day, the start time and where you are staying; the reply lands inside a quarter of an hour.
