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.

meeting hosted by my father’s group was more luxurious than the ones

not having time, but everyone

the social activities that I’d attended so far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a

kinds of

but also the fact that we

haughty husband and made

of how holy the bell of the temple sounded, even the eyes of the archbishop,

idea why this

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

tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think

know the difference between these

you, but it

servants of Omerta were all old and loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the possibility of being kicked

instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would

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

don’t think I’ll be of any help. I don’t want to mess up

know step by step. You know, since I was a child, I’ve

grew soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched

had never been in a sane state. Not

“Oh…”

her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted on pouring huge amounts of money into donations. If one

a bitter look in her ruby

sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders affected the minds of

from my previous life went through a situation

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

from other people, but depression was difficult

the concept of

“Why did your mother……”

her so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died that my brother and father

father do

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

forearm and a

had already turned into a

it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure

weaving the wreath stopped and I gave her a

must have been really hard

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

Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s

the beautiful greenhouse

guest

house, who was it? As soon

said that the

“What?”