Higher circles

Lady Maeve attended a soiree of one of her charities.
She stopped by the door, ostensibly to adjust her jewellery (spiced with couple magical artifacts), but actually to let her empathy adjust to the 'climate'.
She suppressed an unpleasant shiver.
Money might have replaced pedigree in the eyes of British ton, but everything else stayed the same - a cutthroat society, inherently disapproving and suspicious of strangers.
Unless you're a mysterious, eligible 'gentleman' with proclivity to using magic...
She thought, hiding every emotion behind a radiant smile and champagne, as she greeted her acquaintances, carefully heading ever closer to her mark.