Is she a Hyacinth? Does she actually realise what she's doing?
I used to have a friend who 'moved up in the world' and found that she hated it. They became rich enough to own the 'big house' of the village and have a housekeeper and gardener - a married couple who lived in a bungalow on the estate (yes that kind of money). She found that she could no longer be friends with the ordinary village people because there was a gulf between them and she didn't like the people who now saw her as a potential friend. She described them as people who wouldn't have given her the time of day if she was still living on a council estate but now she was socially acceptable. She didn't feel there was anybody who liked her just for herself. She didn't feel she had to impress anybody but I can see how another person might.
Is there such a thing as delicious ready meals?