It had been a wonderful evening so far. Sue felt as if she hadn't stopped smiling through a moment of it, even with the knowledge that the paparazzi awaited them outside. The staff had done an excellent job of giving them privacy, all things considered, and the service had been friendly and astute, knowing exactly when to disappear. No one appreciated how difficult a skill to learn that could be more than the Invisible Woman herself. The food had been delicious, with compliments passed on to the chef... Sue made sure of that, because it was so rare that she got to enjoy a delicious meal she didn't have some hand in cooking.
Sue loved this opportunity to sit and talk to Reed, enjoy a meal, just the two of them, with the wine and the conversation flowing freely and for once, rarely touching on science, or the Fantastic Four. She smiled a little wider when he produced the signature light blue box from Tiffany's from his jacket and handed it across the table to her.
"It's gorgeous," she said, in a tone that spoke as loudly as her words: Reed, you shouldn't have. Susan Storm, excuse me, Susan Richards was nothing if not modest. She carefully removed the necklace she'd been wearing and tucked it safely inside the turquoise clutch she'd brought with her, before asking her husband to help her with the new one.
"Do you mind?" she asked. "I'd rather wear it."
There was something so sweetly and classically romantic about a man helping a woman put on a necklace, Sue had always thought. She was a bit of a closeted hopeless romantic.