Mon ami secret

Summary: Alternative universe to the events after Mon Aime... Grace? Nancy becomes Grace's friend so she's not keeping it a secret is harder than she thought.

Fancy Nancy as it's known in the United States is owned by Jane O'Connor and Disney Junior. Yes I'm an adult woman who enjoys the show.

Chapter One

The look of devastation on Grace's face played in my mind as Mrs. Devine's Valentine's Day movie ended.

Granted nobody else understood the enchanting French words and there were a few that puzzled me so maybe I wasn't particularly an expert on everything fancy.

Except I have an English to French dictionary at home so it'll be exquisite to learn more French.

"Nancy you coming?" Bree asked, carrying the bowl that once contained her delicious popcorn balls.

"In a minute," I said.

Bree nodded softly before walking away as I turned to Grace.

There was her look of devastation again before it turned to a smile.

"Hey Nancy," Grace greeted. She glanced at me. "Shouldn't you be with Bree?"

"I was but something très important came up," I answered.

"I'm the something that's très important aren't I?"

How did she know? Was she a psychic? And not for pets but for people.

She seemed to be one noticing the hagride expression on my face which is fancy for worry.

Mrs. Devine taught me that word once.

"I just saw how miserable you were after you told me about your friend and I well I didn't want your feelings hurt."

It was a plain explanation but I couldn't think of anything fancy at the moment.

"So you want to be my best friend again?" Grace hoped. She looked pitiful so it would've been très difficile to say no. "Right?"

Yep. This was très difficile.

"Qui?" I muttered.

Grace's smile widened and thankfully she didn't immediately hug me.

Jo-Jo does that sometimes. My legs are sometimes sore from the impact.

Oh la la! Grace seemed to be thrilled with my decision as I felt her arms around my waist.

It was overwhelming but the smile on her face, the shine in her eyes I couldn't glance away from.

I told Bree that I would only be a minute. Turned out to be ten minutes as Grace had let me go.

I politely say "Au revoir" before joining Bree who looked furious. I couldn't blame her. I was like that too with Jo-Jo whenever she took too long to get ready.

"That was a little more than a minute," Bree frowned.

"Grace and I were having a intéressant conversation and I got sidetracked," I apologized.

Sidetracked is fancy for loss of time.

Bree nodded, thankfully in understanding as she took my hand.

..

When Bree went home next door, Mom and Dad had asked how I enjoyed the Valentine's Day movie. I told them it was fantastique.

Jo-Jo was too immature for a film that was entirely in French, let alone she wouldn't had understood it so Mom and Dad stayed behind.

Speaking of ma sœur, she was playing with Dudley. Again.

Before she saw me, hugging my legs as a way of saying salutations.

That's a fancy word for hello.

I could only smile at Jo-Jo before politely asking her to get off.

She did, smiling at me before taking my hand. Then she frowned as we sat down in the couch.

"You're mad at me for giving Bree's card to Grace aren't you?" Jo-Jo asked, her hands folded on her lap.

I had to admit that I was. At first. Then I got to know Grace and now everything was a blur.

"I was but not anymore," I answered.

"Good."

"Jo-Jo, can I trust you with a secret?"

"Secret?" Jo-Jo smiled though she looked baffled. "Can I tell Dudley?"

"Qui. But only him," I smiled, kneeling to her side. "Because of the mix up, I might be un ami to Grace now. She was so miserable and I just couldn't decline her pitiful face!"

"What about Bree?"

I haven't thought about that. Bree and I have been friends forever. I didn't want her heartbroken or think I was replacing her.

But no one else would give Grace a minute let alone be her friend. Sure she was disagreeable at times and I didn't even trust her at first.

However after being with her and having an apple juice tea party, she was no longer a person who I detested.

In fact Grace was dare I say it sublime.

Jo-Jo seemed to be bored, starting to play with Dudley as I went to my room and picked up Marabelle from where I left her that morning.

Her smiling face was consoling yet I was conflicted which is fancy for troubled.

I disliked having my friendship with Grace be a secret but I decided it wasn't a choice.

I didn't want her miserable again because of moi.