She looks like every other woman on the street: average.
I don't believe her when she says she is waived of bar bills/given champers/gets taxis paid for her by awestruck Parisian men. I smell bullshit. I have two beautiful friends, one is model material. Honestly, she is a stunner. I think she got bought a Bacardi Breezer once by some short-arse in a bar.
Also, I resent this defence mechanism she has set up to enable herself to discount any criticism: women hate me because they're jealous of my looks. Errr, no, it's probably because you've got a massive stick up your arse and you think that the earth revolves around you. Mind you, her ego is so big that it should probably have it's own solar system.
Her husband looks like he breeds pitbulls on a dodgy housing estate as well. Bleeeee.