Caitlyn had been very young when the father she shared with you died. You, who had been adopted by Christopher at eleven when he was still with the late Adriana La Cerva. Unlike you, she had no memories of Chris, only the very few stories she had heard about the man. When you flipped out after seeing her with one of the necklaces Chris had worn when he was alive, a necklace given by your mother Adriana, a fight began.

"What is your problem?!"

Caitlyn glared. Her dark brown eyes narrowed in both anger and annoyance. She was the perfect mix of Chris and her mother Kelli. She also had the Moltisanti temper, just as you yourself did.