Frida sighed deeply, glad that Jade agreed with her, that she didn't blow up over nothing. Jade's opinion meant as much to her as her family's or Leo's. She laughed and shook her head as Jade said it wasn't the best thought decision. That was the problem, Frida didn't think, she just acted. Talking to Leopold definitely wasn't going to be easy, but only because of how Frida viewed herself in comparison to him and his family.
"I'm sure he'll be supportive and okay with it... probably," Frida began, shrugging her shoulders excessively to relieve the tension in them. She knew him long enough and well enough to know this. He was loving and forgiving and most likely would think she was getting worked up over nothing. "But I'll be... embarrassed." Frida admitted, ducking her head down to avoid eye contact with Jade at that moment, especially her cheeks were now glowing a vibrant red. "You know, he's wealthy, and successful and people know the Emerson family." Frida rambled, using her hands to talk quite enthusiastically. "I already felt he was somehow out of my league, and now I feel like just a stupid country girl and that he'll be ashamed to be with me." Her voice grew small, as Frida grabbed her forearm and hugged it, willing her ramped up emotions to go away. She hated feeling sad, she was supposed to be everyone's ray of sunshine.
Insecurities aside, however, Frida was surprisingly fine. It was like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, it was nice. "I'm okay, though. Really. I feel... free. Happier, already, if I'm honest."
Jade topped up her glass, and Frida impulsively picked it up and downed some more whisky, enjoying the burn down her throat and finally being able to let her hair down, figuratively speaking. Maybe it wasn't the most responsible thing, but apparently today was all about crazy thoughts, Frida reasoned. "Mmm... pasta." Frida mumbled, closing her eyes to savour the thought as her stomach quietly rumbled. Jade was so amazing, she was so grateful for her best friend. "See, this is why I came to you," Fri gushed, smiling brightly at Jade. "You're much more sensible than me. I can't make a stupid, impulsive decision if I'm with you." She nodded knowingly, before Jade asked her what she planned to do next. At this, Frida's face immediately fell and her head dropped into her hands as she run them down her face. "Darn it." Frida muttered to herself, smacking her palm against her forehead.
"I hadn't even thought it." Frida admitted, breathing in deeply. "What... else can I even do? My life has been brooms for a decade..." Frida realised how ridiculous that sounded to herself. No one they called her an old broomhead. She glanced at the remainder of the whisky in her glass, and downed it quickly, eager for it to relieve her of her worry. "I don't even like them that much," Frida laughed bitterly.