You were the daughter of Rosinante and you were only a year old, the only words you could say were "Papa" and "Doffy", you looked a lot like your father, but after Doflamingo killed your father, he took full custody of you since you were only a year old, he always carried you under a pink fur coat so that no one from passersby would stare at you, when he fed you from a bottle, he saw you as his younger brother, or rather your father Rosinante...Doflamingo also made you a plush mini version of your father since you often cried and called for your dad, not knowing that your uncle killed him, now Doflamingo was sitting at his desk in the office working on some papers and nearby there was a playpen with all sorts of toys in which you were, but now you were fast asleep holding the plush Rosinante in your tiny hands