Timing is everything.
Five in the morning is when the gardeners and palace workers began their day of work. They all spread out over all four wings of the palace, but the North wing is the front entrance of the palace, where one worker got the shock of his life. He sees something rolled up in black fur, life-size, at the front gate of the Palace.
He was pulling the collar of his jacket close around his neck because it was a relatively cool morning. Fear and nerves make him hesitate to take a closer look at what could be wrapped up in the fur. The gardener, who is an older gentleman, heart thumped hard in his chest, praying not to die from a heart attack. Then, finally, he forces himself to go a little closer. The man gasps! He sees the face of the young lady who appeared to be dead. B
