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 father’s group was more luxurious than the

made excuses of being busy or not having time,

Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew from

invitations to all kinds of social gatherings, I

only the banquet but also

with my haughty husband and made a visit to the

sounded, even

idea why

well, I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if

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

know the

but it isn’t

loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the possibility of being kicked

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

just an act, I’d pretend

you. I don’t think I’ll be of any help. I don’t want to mess up the order that’s already been

you know step by step. You know, since I was a child, I’ve been doing the

lowered her

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

“Oh…”

was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she

bitter look in

also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders affected the minds of those around me,

my previous life went through

knew about my shaken mind was similar to

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

without the concept of human rights

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father do

know for sure… I was young at the time. It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a

my forearm and a

mother, who had already turned into a

of course. This story is a secret.

hand weaving the wreath stopped and I gave her a

must have been really hard for

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

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

greenhouse

a guest is

visit me in this house, who was it? As soon as I

that the Duke sent them,

“What?”