Victoriously, Goldnard slowly descended the steps while turning his back on the guests and facing Beatrice. Upon hearing the screams of the people down at the party, the triumphant smirk on Goldnard's face never fades away.
Beatrice's eyes, on the other hand, dropped down at the unconscious guests, the twins, Lily and Grue, who were lying on the floor and, she showed her grief on her face.
"W-what happened to everyone?" She asked stutteringly. "Goldnard, what did you do to them?"
Seeing her twisted face in despair, Goldnard burst into a burst of mocking laughter.
"Oh, well done, Killa! The poison you put in the drinks and food killed all of the guests, even the twins!" Again, he laughed derisively. "If only you have accepted my proposal!"
Goldnard's eyes were bloodshot but, the smirk on his face was still there. His peering grace was trying to make Beatrice realize that none of it would have happened if she'd say yes.
