“Lady Kilmartin, Miss Bridgerton,” one of the men greeted them, and Michaela nearly broke her neck as she stared at the man in shock. He kept his gaze strictly on Francesca, knowing that disobeying Francesca would lead to dire consequences, and he didn’t wish for his employer to make his life harder. Is she forcing everyone to call me Miss Bridgerton? Michaela stared into Francesca’s gaze, and when the other woman glanced down to meet Michaela’s gaze, the shorter woman felt like she was in danger should she deny the title. “Shall we eat?” Michaela asked Francesca, and suddenly, Francesca wasn’t staring at her as if she wanted to do something despicable. Instead, she had placed her hands behind her back as she smiled softly at Michaela. “Of course, princess,” Francesca replied. “Where do you wish to be seated?” Francesca and Michaela stared at the big table, and Michaela knew that wherever she picked, the taller woman would be right next to her, and she needed to get used to that again. She decided to pick the center, and as Michaela thought, Francesca did pick the chair beside her, but before she sat down, Francesca pulled back the chair Michaela had picked, wanting her to sit down first. Michaela blinked at the action, but she didn’t say anything.
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A snippet of possessive/yandere Francesca