From the mansion's grand entrance, Nathaniel Castellan emerged suddenly, his black tuxedo catching the golden afternoon light as he registered the horrifying scene unfolding across the lawn. His breath caught sharply as recognition began forming somewhere in the back of his mind, though he couldn't yet process the full weight of what he was witnessing.
"Turn that hose off!" he shouted, sprinting down the mansion's stone steps with desperate urgency, his voice carrying sharp, panicked authority across the shocked crowd of guests. Bianca barely paused at his approach, continuing to drench the shivering elderly woman despite her new husband's obvious distress.
Guests parted instinctively to let Nathaniel through, several exchanging relieved glances as he finally arrived at the scene, his expression carrying visible horror at the cruelty he was witnessing. "What are you doing?" he demanded, reaching for the hose in Bianca's hands with desperate urgency.
Bianca resisted momentarily, her earlier cruel confidence still fully intact. "She was trespassing," she insisted defensively, though her voice carried a note of uncertainty as she registered Nathaniel's genuine horror rather than the amused approval she had apparently expected from her new husband.
Nathaniel finally wrenched the hose from her grip entirely, tossing it aside as he turned his full attention toward the drenched, shivering woman crumpled on the wet grass before them.