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.

hosted by my

excuses of being busy or not having time, but everyone knew that

riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations

invitations to all kinds of social gatherings, I was almost at a

course, it was not only the banquet but also the fact that we were

built a castle with my haughty husband

even the eyes of the

I have no idea why this analogy was

But, well, I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if

as she lowered her head, clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who

don’t know the difference between

it

loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the

if I suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the

if it’s just an act, I’d pretend I was doing

help. I don’t want to mess up the

There’s nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I was a child, I’ve been doing

soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched her

mother had never been

“Oh…”

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

bitter look

position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders affected the minds of those around me, including

sister from my previous life went through a

a few people knew about my shaken mind was similar to that of

help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but

concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

I still don’t know about that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s

your father do something

my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting

and a corner

that’s possible. His mother, who had already turned into a being that

don’t know what it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he finds out

rare joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped

must have been really hard

death and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey

power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special since they were together since they

beautiful greenhouse garden with only

guest is

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

that the Duke sent them,

“What?”