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 ones

or not having time, but everyone

far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave

to all kinds of social gatherings, I was almost

but also the fact that we were

my haughty husband

of the temple sounded, even the eyes

no idea why this

wondering if everyone

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

know the difference between these

but it isn’t very

and loyal, regardless of what they did to

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

forever. Even if it’s just

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

you know step by step. You know, since I was

as she lowered her eyes and

mother had never been in a sane

“Oh…”

then, 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

look in her ruby

sorry for her. I wasn’t in a 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

life went through a situation

only a few people knew about my shaken mind

help from 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

“Why did your mother……”

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

father

young at the time. It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that

forearm and a

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

of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure

had a rare joking tone. My hand weaving the

worry. It must have been really hard

and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t managed to persuade her, he really

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

the beautiful greenhouse garden with

guest

rare for someone to visit me in this house, who was it? As soon as I looked

that the Duke

“What?”