Ofelia slammed the book down on the poker table. “Por favor! What nonsense. Martín was more Cuban than the royal palms! And me, a model? I’ll take the compliment but, really, they should try doing a little research before they say these things. Martín used to call me china. It was a common pet name in Cuba. And he didn’t buy me the lion. Sunan was a gift from an African prince!”
