Hi, my name is Katherine Caffrey-Ellis. But most people just call me Kate.

I'm going to guess you know who my parents are... Ready, set think!

Ding Ding Ding... Bingo, Correctomundo!

That's right, the infamous art thief and forger Neal Caffrey, and the lesser known Sterling Bosch Insurance Investigator Sara Ellis. I bet you're wondering, wait, when did this happen?

News flash, fifteen years ago. Not very up-to-date about the Caffrey family, are you?

Speaking of family, mine is probably the strangest one ever. The only two people related to me in it are Mom and Dad. Then there's Uncle Mozzie, Uncle Peter, Aunt Elizabeth, Grandma June and Satchmo. Lucky me.

I've "learned" so much from my family. Mom taught me all the normal stuff, like how to tie your shoes and whack people with a baton. Normal mother-daughter activities. Dad taught me how to paint (and copy other people's paintings). Uncle Mozzie taught me how to lift wallets and that I should be suspicious of everything. He's slightly disappointed that I still believe in the moon landing. Uncle Peter gives me lectures about not breaking the law and following in my Mom's, not my Dad's footsteps. I usually tune these out. Aunt Elizabeth taught me how to cook. Grandma June taught me how to sing and play the piano. Satchmo only wants me to rub his tummy.

Most people say I look like my mom. Personally I don't see the resemblance. First of all, my eyes are blue, and her's are hazel. And I don't wear high heels.

Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I hadn't happened. If Mom would've moved to London. If... Well, I'm sure you want to hear my story.

"Kate, we have to go!"

I groan. "Coming Mom."

Dad called yesterday and invited us to dinner. Normally this is fun, because Dad always picks out the fanciest restaurants and I can pick out whatever I want. He and Mom always pick the fanciest, most expensive bottle of wine on the menu.

But today will not be fun. For some god-forsaken reason, Mom has decided I need to wear the dress she got me for Christmas last year (it was gathering dust in the back of my closet until she remembered it). This is not cool. Kate does not do dresses.

I guess its kind of cute. If I was twenty and liked to look "pretty". Which I am not, and I do not. At least its black.

"What is taking you so long!"

"Coming."

I take a quick look around my small room to see if there's anything I can use to dress it down. Aha, perfect.

"Nice shoes," says Dad, smiling his Neal Caffrey smile.

I beam right back at him, looking down at my converse boots.

Mom scowls.

"Was I not supposed to notice the shoes?" he says, look at her eyebrows raised.

"No, she was supposed to be wearing the heels I got her yesterday." She enunciates supposed like it just kicked her grandma.

I smile at my feet. Revenge tastes sweet.