Pal — [s3e1] Pen

Fran stood before the mirror in the Sheffield mansion, adjusting her hair to a height that defied gravity. For twenty-five years, she had been a "jet-setting philanthropist" and a "theatrical consultant" in her letters to Lenny. In reality, she was a nanny from Flushing with a penchant for designer samples and a laugh that could startle a pigeon three blocks away.

Fran, it read. I came to the door and saw you. You look like a dream. But I also saw the man you were sitting with—the way he looked at you, and the way you looked at him. I’ve spent twenty-five years pretending to be more than I am, too. Seeing you with him, I realized I could never compete with the real thing. You already have the life you were writing to me about. [S3E1] Pen Pal

"What if he expects a princess and gets... well, me?" Fran fretted, her voice hitting a pitch that made Niles the butler wince from the hallway. Fran stood before the mirror in the Sheffield

Just as Fran began to feel the familiar sting of rejection, a waiter approached with a small, hand-delivered note. Fran, it read