Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: Elites

The grand ballroom of the Nottingvale Chamber of Commerce gala was resplendent with crystal chandeliers and opulent decor, a testament to the wealth and prestige of its attendees. William and Evelyn Westbrook navigated the sea of society's elite with practiced ease, their smiles masking the turmoil they felt over Lillian's abrupt departure.

As they mingled, exchanging pleasantries and maintaining the facade of control, a familiar yet unwelcome figure approached. Ken Richmond, William's brother and long-time rival, sauntered towards them with a predatory grin. Ken had always been a thorn in their side, reveling in any opportunity to undermine the Westbrooks.

"William, Evelyn," Ken drawled, his voice dripping with mock cordiality. "I must say, it's always a pleasure to see you both."

William's jaw tightened, and Evelyn's smile grew brittle. "Ken," William replied tersely. "What brings you here tonight?"

"Oh, you know me," Ken said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Always staying in the loop. Speaking of which, I heard some rather interesting news about your daughter, Lillian."

Evelyn stiffened, her grip on William's arm tightening. "Lillian is perfectly fine," she said, her tone defensive. "She's just... taking some time to herself."

Ken chuckled, a cruel edge to his laughter. "Is that what you're calling it? Because from what I hear, she was seen quite inebriated at a rather low-class restaurant. With some nobody."

William's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. "Watch your words, Ken."

"Oh, come now," Ken continued, his smile widening. "It's not every day that the illustrious Westbrook family loses control of their prized daughter. How does it feel, knowing she's out there, sullying your precious reputation?"

Evelyn's face flushed with anger. "Ken, that's enough."

But Ken was relentless, his voice carrying a malicious glee. "Face it, you two have failed spectacularly. All your wealth and influence, and yet you can't even keep your own daughter in line. It's pathetic, really."

William took a step closer to Ken, his voice a low growl. "You know nothing about our family, Ken. Lillian is finding her own way, and I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself."

Ken raised his hands in mock surrender. "Touchy, touchy. But if I were you, I'd be more concerned about what the rest of Nottingvale will think when they find out your daughter prefers the company of commoners to her own family."

Evelyn's eyes blazed with fury. "We've had enough of your venom, Ken. This is neither the time nor the place for your petty games."

Ken smirked, clearly enjoying their discomfort. "Ah, but it's always the right time to expose the truth, don't you think? Anyway, do pass along my regards to Lillian. I'm sure she'll appreciate the sentiment."

With that, Ken turned and walked away, leaving William and Evelyn standing there, seething. The humiliation was palpable, and the reality of their situation hit them harder than ever. They had lost control, and their daughter was out in the world, making her own choices.

Evelyn turned to William, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. "We need to find her, William. Before more damage is done."

William nodded, his resolve hardening. "We will, Evelyn. And when we do, we'll bring her back where she belongs."

As the evening wore on, the Westbrooks maintained their composure, but the encounter with Ken Richmond left a bitter taste in their mouths. They could feel the eyes of Nottingvale's elite upon them, whispers circulating like a poison in the air.

Despite the outward appearance of control, both William and Evelyn knew that their carefully constructed world was beginning to crumble. They would have to confront Lillian, and soon, before their family's reputation was irrevocably damaged.