Cécile's life is like a roll call of France's finest. Nevertheless, there is a distinct lack of ennui about her. Her friends, she says, always tell her what they really think. 'And Vincent doesn't say much. When it's good, he doesn't say a word. When it's not good, he has many things to say.' She laughs and says, 'He's a big brother. For my father, though, I was perfect.'