How to Get My Husband on My Side

Bright sunlight poured through the circular glass walls, making the whole area sparkle.

Green grass, sweet-scented roses, lilacs, lilies, dahlia, rapeseed flowers, rudbeckia, petunia, and all sorts of other colorful flowers, statues with beautiful figures, and cool, peaceful sounds.

I felt like I was back in Romagna. At the same time, I realized that I was missing the nature and climate of the South, apart from my feelings for my family.

The golden sunlight and warm wind, siesta and sherbet, women with faded blonde hair, lace parasols, and men with tanned skin.

Maybe it was because it felt similar to where I lived in my previous life.

“We can go boating here.”

Ellenia, who followed me into the greenhouse garden, saw the magnificent waterfall from the fountain and said this calmly.

It was just like her, so I laughed.

“Ellen, you like lilies, don’t you? I’ll make you a wreath.”

“…Thank you.”

It was a vague answer, but it didn’t matter.

I wanted to see the brother and sister with a wreath on their head one day.

Ellenia sat on a rose-covered bench and looked around the surrounding landscape while I made a wreath out of lilies and other flowers. I couldn’t decide which looked more beautiful, the rose or Ellenia.

“This is a Southern garden. It may not be the same greenhouse from there, but is it similar?”

“It’s not exactly the same, but yes, pretty similar. Do you like it?”

“Yes, I think it’s wonderful. As you know, the style itself is different here.”

It must be different since this was a place where gnomes having fertility comparable to cockroaches, dug tunnels in the yard to make a living.

For this reason, the gardener who managed the greenhouse was from the temple vineyard.

Instead of wasting budget and manpower to make more improvements, they were going to focus on increasing security.

“By the way, there’s already quite a stack of invitations. It’s all for Ruby.”

“Oh.. Thank you.”

“As you know, you don’t have to answer each one. You have a lot of things to pay attention to, so I think it’s okay for you to start social activities after the festival season is over. You need to learn how to keep track of these things.”

Social activities were a must in Romagna.

Considering my status and position there, it was natural, and I hosted more frequently, rather than being invited.

head group, the meeting hosted by my father’s group was more luxurious

having time, but everyone

that I’d attended so far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew from all over the

kinds of social

only the banquet but also the fact that we were

a castle with my haughty husband

holy the bell of the temple sounded, even the

I have no idea

right. But, well, I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly

her head, clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s such an insolent person, I’ll kick them

I don’t know the difference

you, but it

of Omerta were all old and loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the

of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would have exploded in some

still forever. Even if it’s just an act, I’d pretend I was doing

any help. I don’t want to mess up

please. There’s nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by step.

soft as she lowered

few years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that

“Oh…”

the only people who knew her eating habits were me and a few others, but everything else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted on pouring huge amounts of money into donations. If one day she was extremely energetic, the next day she would be staying in

was a bitter look

was also aware of how the

from my previous life went through

about my shaken

help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to understand and define from the

is a world without the concept of human rights

“Why did your mother……”

that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died

your father do

my thought, but I think it’s

and a corner of my

possible. His mother, who had already

course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he finds out I

hand weaving the wreath stopped

It must have been

attend the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t managed to persuade her,

but suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be

entered the beautiful greenhouse garden with only

guest is

in this house, who was it? As soon as I looked up, puzzled, Ellenia

that the Duke

“What?”