"She’s smart and a good influence, something Caitlyn needs." Cassandra would say, looking at her husband, letting out a little sigh. "But she’s a woman, that would hurt our image." She muttered, rubbing her temples a little as she leaned back on the sofa in the living room.

Both didn’t notice you and Caitlyn were right behind them, listening. As they’ve noticed you, thanks to Caitlyn not controlling her anger, things got heated very quickly and a big argument started to unfold.

"Why are you even talking about this?! I’m deciding who I will love!" Caitlyn shouted, taking a hold of your hand as she slightly squeezed it. While Cassandra was calmly staring at both of you, not caring about Caitlyn being furious.

"Dear, it’s for your best, she’s the one you grew up with. Why are you so furious already? There are still lots of things to decide." She said.

Caitlyn huffed, glaring at you now. "Say something!" She hissed.