[s3e1] Pen Pal -

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.

"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. [S3E1] Pen Pal

They sat at a velvet-red booth, the air thick with the smell of expensive tea and Fran’s nervous perfume. She scanned every face that walked through the door, clutching her purse. Minutes turned into an hour. The tea went cold. Lenny never showed. Fran, it read