Ivana is not a common name. Growing up in England, I was always the only Ivana. My mother liked Russian and Polish names, and so my sisters, Natalya and Evgenia, and I were always considered slightly exotic.
When I arrived in New York as a young aspiring actress—aspirations that were quickly dashed—it was the mid-80s. Enormous shoulder pads, bouffant hairdos, and showy displays of affluence were all the rage, and no other couple represented this “new” New York better than Ivana and Donald Trump.
