Hey all! I've been wanting to write a Nanny fanfic like this for a while. I really hope I captured the Nanny feel in this story especially with Fran, Val, and Fran's interaction with people. Please read and enjoy and tell me if you have any advice.
I held an adorable scarlet, cap sleeved mini dress with a sweetheart neckline up to my body staring into the mirror hopefully. "Nah nothing doin." I sighed. "But this would look great on Maggie." I could envision the flattering fit with her long legs and invisible waist, a thin black belt and black pumps would complete the look.
"Oh that is it she's getting this dress." I smile and drape it across my arm. She's gonna love it.
Just as I begin to move through the racks, I spot a deathly pale chick holding a magenta sweater up to her ruddy cheeks. Uh oh. Better nip this one in the bud quick!
"Uhhh, 'scuse me honey, but I think a girl with your coloring should go with something a little less…" I snap my fingers trying to think of the word. "Magenta." I spot a gorgeous black turtleneck and snatch it right up. "Now this is more you! See?"
"Oh! You're right!" The pale girl beams. "Thanks Miss."
I wave her gratitude away after all I'm only a fellow shopper trying to help. "No problem, but sweetie, I would take a little trip to the MAC counter." I advise her.
As pasty face heads to the dressing rooms, a trio of teens walk by. Two tow heads talking obnoxiously loud and one brunette carrying a mountain of clothes. Oh boy! Not these girls again. Their only past times seem to be cutting down the brunette and feeding each others egos. And from the looks of those skimpy bodies of theirs, their egos are the last things that need to be fed.
As they speed walk ahead of their poor third wheel, she almost crashes right into me.
"Woah honey!" I hold out my hands to steady the girl, "How bout losing the Marc Jacobs mountain?"
"O-oh s-sorry ma'am. But these are for my sisters I couldn't possibly put them down."
I smack her full arms sending the size one clothes crashing to the floor.
"See how easy that was?"
The girl gasps at the fallen garments like they're spitting fire.
"I'm Fran Fine and you are?"
"B-Bethany."
"Uh huh. Well meanwhiiile get a load of this gorgeous face and shape that was hiding behind those Chanel skirts huh."
Bethany glances down at her feet self consciously, obviously not used to being complicated.
Sifting through the racks I ask: "You don't like to shop babe?"
"No just my sisters. I hate shopping." Bethany mumbles.
"I would too if I had to shop alongside the wicked witches of Westchester." I reply grabbing a black sleeveless, sequin dress. "Oooo! Now this would look great on you." I squeal.
Her eyes widen. "Oh I couldn't! That dress is so flashy and slinky."
I give her a wink. "That's the point. Now I don't wanna hear another protest go try it on!" I shove the dress and her into a dressing room. Less than a minute later she emerges her face glowing with a smile.
"Oh ma'am you were right!"
I beam right back at her. The scoop necked black dress hits her pear shape in all the right places.
"What can I do to thank you for talking me into this ma'am?" She asks.
Still smiling I reply: "Stop calling me ma'am." I grin as she hugs me, and runs off to shop.
"Boy I am on a roll todaayyy." I say to myself.
"You know you never cease to amaze me." A throaty female voice declares. I turn around and face a woman wearing a black pucci scarf and matching shades a burly man standing dutifully behind her. "How do you do it?"
"I'm sorry miss, do I know you?" I ask politely. Trying to place the familiar, slightly Romanian accent. Where have I heard that before?
"Well I would hope so," She responds taking off her oversized shades, "I didn't spend my entire life building an empire to become anything other than a house hold name."
I gasp stumbling backward into a rack of clothes. "Ohmygaaawd Philippa Weinstein! The Creator of Late Night Wein clothing line, sexy evening, cocktail, and lingerie made for," I clear my throat to switch to my .j'adore dior' voice to quote the famous slogan, "The lady in red when everybody else is wearing tan."
Philippa grins and nods approvingly. "What's your name darling?" She asks extending a gloved hand for me to shake.
My heart beat quickens as I grab it. So what if it's covered in a half inch of leather? I was touching Philippa Weinstein's hand! "Fran Fine." I giggle.
"Fran, I see something in you. Something special in your future-"
I gasped. "You're psychic! Oh I knew there was a reason why I held you to the same esteem as a Streisand."
"No-no Ms. Fine." Philippa chuckles, "I mean I could see you having a future with my company."
I put a hand to my heart. Oh my god! I feel like I'm on the verge of collapse. "M-me?" I stutter back.
"Sure! I mean you've got style, you've got flare! You have way more potential than just being the sales rep of Macys."
I can feel myself glowing from her compliments. If I had a tail it'd be wagging right now. "Oh I'm not a sales girl here," I correct her, "I'm a nanny." Too bad those words left my mouth before I realized that profession doesn't sound much better.
Whipping out a ruby red laminated card she hands it to me not even batting an eye. "Give me a call sweetheart. I could give you better than a couple of kids to run after." She winks before lowering her shades and gliding away leaving behind a White Diamonds scented reminder.
"Oh Fran," Val swoons, "that's so amazing."
"Isn't it?" I coo back. "But I don't know what I'm gonna do." I whine.
"What are you talking about Fran? What Is there to even think about?" Val scolds me before taking a bite of her chocolate donut. Given the serious nature of this problem I couldn't discuss it with her at Mr. Sheffield's house so we opted to go some place more private; The donut shop Val used to work at.
"Ya know," She continues, "When I'm faced with a big decision, I don't think too hard-"
"Val hold that thought because that is becoming an increasingly bad example." I reply. "Besides I couldn't possibly up and leave my job. I have the kids to think about, nanny duties, responsibilities-"
"Mr. Sheffield." Val adds rolling her eyes.
"What's that look for?" I cut my eyes right back at her. "It could happen. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not this year but soon! And isn't that worth hanging in for?" I ask. Val shrugs, and we continue to eat our donut holes in silence.
Hope you all enjoyed this first chapter. :)
