For the world, this was the Oscars for philanthropists. Diana wore that skin well. The funniest thing in her world was the fact that no one recognized Clark as Superman or realized Diana was Wonder Woman. The beautiful Amazon, saved the world every other day. She didn't do what she did for the recognition. This party was an indulgence of white privilege. There were so many ways the community could spend the money on the homeless. Diana was ticked off at the idea of all the waste. Diana sighed, one long-toned leg, discretely peaked out of the black limo before the rest of her body. Diana could wear a sack and be beautiful, on this night she was stunning in white.
Unfamiliar with the details about the four other honorees, this would be a boring night overall. She hadn't figured out a way to get out of this. People shouldn't be honored for helping others, that should be the way the world was. It could never be so in a world of men. A well-tuxed waiter helped her climb the stairs to the head table. By the luck of the draw, Diana's place was on the end. Sitting on the far right, Stephen Strange would sit to the left of her. Looking around, she pulled out her cell and did a Google search on Dr. Strange. The Actor, Michael Fassbender, was on the honoree list and at the other end of the table. The other two, Diana never heard of.
There was a stir of people at the other end of the hall. Walking her way, she noticed a very handsome man. It wasn't the actor who played Magneto, it was someone else. His face looked as thrilled as hers had to when she arrived. Catching his eye, she smiled, raising her newly arrived champagne glass. Crossing her legs, hidden by the black tablecloth, he might be an interesting conversationalist. Swinging her leg, she waited for the handsome honoree to sit. She hoped it would be beside her. Why she didn't know for sure, she liked different. That's why she fell for Steve Trevor.