We Meet Again
An Enchanted fic by Gigi
Summary: Nancy is Queen of Andalasia now and happily married to Edward. But what happens when she visits New York and runs into Robert and Giselle
Chapter 7: Barbara Stanwick
A/N: You know what I've realized? When I didn't update so quickly, I would get more reviews! Don't forget to tell your friends about this story and REVIEW because it isn't fair. I'm putting a lot of energy and effort into writing this fic, and if nobody's reading it, why should I write it? I hope you understand. Thank you.
Back in Robert's bedroom, Nancy began to feel a little uneasy. Was her marriage going to survive this? Edward might think she was going to ignore him now that she was plastered to another man. The problem was, she had no idea how to smash that notion, because she literally was plastered to another man. She wouldn't be able to kiss her husband or even hug him without making it awkward for Robert.
Robert was thinking the same thing about Giselle.
"Ow! Ow! OW!!" the two magnets yelled as they got a little too far apart. Nancy and Robert banged into each other as quickly as possible to make the pain go away. Unfortunately, the impact caused Nancy's towel to lose its hold around her body and fall to the floor.
Squealing, Nancy ducked down and retrieved the towel like lightning and had successfully wrapped it around her form before anyone could blink. When she finally straightened, her face was siren red. "Sorry about that," she squeaked.
Neither of them had noticed Giselle appear in the doorway just in time to watch them crash into each other. She couldn't help but scrutinize the other woman's body when her towel had fallen. She truly was a beautiful woman. Inside and definitely out. I don't know if I can compete with that, she bitterly thought to herself.
She knew Robert had seen Nancy naked before. Giselle was innocent, but not naive. She knew what went on between a man and a woman. New York had educated her these past six months. Giselle knew they had a long history. She had even asked about it, and Robert had told her straight out that they had had intercourse. It was that honesty she fell in love with.
But how would she compare next to a woman who was not only strikingly beautiful and extremely nice, but also one who had ignited such deep feelings of love in Robert? Who was to say she wouldn't do that again? Giselle doubted she would do it on purpose, though. She was much too good of a person to do that. Nancy would never intentionally betray anyone. Not Edward. Not Robert. Not even Giselle. That much, Giselle knew to be true.
If it weren't for the fact that she and Robert had yet to take that step--she was waiting for marriage--Giselle may not have felt so threatened by Nancy, but she couldn't help it. However, she also knew Nancy couldn't help it either. She was stuck with Robert whether or not she liked it.
Robert, feeling guilty for his previous peeking escapades, gallantly averted his eyes when Nancy's towel dropped. He at least had that much self control, although his cheeks reddened with the effort.
Did Nancy really have to keep revealing herself to him? Their current predicament would make it hard for him to hide his attraction for her if she kept it up much longer.
"So how are we going to do this?" Nancy asked. She seemed to be asking that a lot lately.
"Do what?"
"I have things set up for upcoming weeks," she explained, "and, last time I checked, it isn't socially acceptable for someone to show up surgically attached to someone who is in a relationship with another." She gestured to the lack of space between them. "Apparently, we always have to be touching or be less than a foot from each other, which usually leads to touching."
"What do you have planned?"
"Well, first I would like to visit the studio. I want to see how it's been kept up. Then you have a dinner you have to go to," she declared.
"How did you know about the dinner?" Robert demanded, incredulous.
"Don't forget your week's plans are posted on a dry erase board in the kitchen," she answered smugly. An idea suddenly popped into her head. "How many people know you and Giselle are together?"
"Not that many, actually. She said she wanted to keep things private until she knew enough about New York not to make a fool of herself," he said. "Why?"
"Because, the plans said it was you plus one. If it's important enough to have a guest list, then you probably have to go."
"Yeah, I have to go. It's a state dinner."
"A state dinner?" Nancy repeated, bewildered. "Why would a divorce attorney be invited to a state dinner?"
"Because I recently handled the divorce of the governor's daughter well enough that she got pretty much everything. This is to show their gratitude, apparently. Though I don't see how inviting me to a boring state dinner is a thank you."
"Are you kidding me?" she exclaimed. "This is amazing! Not only will you be able to maintain your relationship with the governor, but you'll be meeting heads of state and affairs! You'll be making terrific contacts. You never know when you need good law advice from someone you know can keep a secret! What's more, I can help you with decorum and such."
"Decorum?" he asked. "What do you mean? That I'm a slob?"
"No, not a slob. Quite the opposite, actually. But you have to realize, you have to act differently around rulers and administrators."
"And how would you know how to act?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Nancy paused before answering him, a hurt look flashing in her liquid eyes. "In case you have forgotten," she hissed in a cold voice, "I happen to be a Queen. Besides, this will make it much easier for me to go with you."
"What?!"
"Well, unless you can think of a way to get us demagnetized in time for your dinner tonight, you're stuck with me, pal," Nancy shrugged. "We can act like a couple for the time being, until we can figure this thing out."
"And what about Giselle and Edward?" Robert argued feebly. Truth to tell, he was afraid it would be far too easy to fall back into their old routine as a couple.
"I guess they're a couple now, too," she replied, her voice suddenly sad, lamenting the loss of her husband to the woman who had taken Robert from her as well. Hey, it could happen again.
Robert saw the pain in her eyes at the realization she would not be able to call Edward her husband under the circumstances. He could tell Nancy really loved Edward, much as it killed him to see that. Why wasn't he more disappointed in losing Giselle for a time?
Because I'm with my first true love.
Whoa. Where did that come from? Morgan's mother was his first love. And Giselle was apparently his true love. So why did he feel that was wrong? Why had he just called Nancy his true love? That voice in his head wasn't even his. It sounded...girly...yet husky at the same time. Like Barbara Stanwick.
Great time to be thinking of Barbara Stanwick at a time like this, a voice in his head chided.
But why was there a foreign voice in his head?
"Robert?" Nancy's voice came through the haze, snapping him out of his stupor. "Robert? I don't have anything formal enough for a state dinner," she announced.
"So?" Robert replied. "What's your solution?"
"You're coming to the studio with me," she declared, reaching her arms behind her to zip up a skirt he hadn't seen her put on.
Boy, was he out of it.
A/N: So sorry for taking so long after giving you so many chapters in a row! I guess I spoiled you guys! So I finally figured out the resolution to this story, and the couplings and EVERYTHING. Yay! But you shall have to continue reading to find out! REVIEW!
