Lilith
Her name had been on the invitation in the most elegant calligraphy, but Lilith still wasn't completely convinced that she belonged here, among the women of Wizarding Society. The beautiful and elegant and powerful. Her position at the new Ministry afforded her the invitation, but did she really fit in?
Did she really belong here?
Bellatrix insisted that she did, and had approved of her choice of robes, an elegant green that brought out her eyes with a cut that little to accentuate the shape of her body. She couldn't hide the fact that she was pregnant, but she was oddly glad that she wasn't round enough yet that it was broadcast to the world.
Bellatrix directed her toward a table and she went, pausing before she reached it, bending to breathe in the scent of gorgeously maintained flowers. The elves, or whoever tended the garden knew what they were doing; the flowers were magnificent, and not a weed in sight.