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

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

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

kinds of

only the banquet but also the fact

castle with my haughty husband and made a

the temple sounded, even the eyes of the archbishop, who usually seemed expressionless,

have no idea why this analogy

everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly

clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s

know the

you, but it isn’t very

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

them out, instead of discussing this with

still forever. Even if it’s just

I don’t want to mess up the order that’s

you know step by step. You know, since

tone grew soft as she lowered her

never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that habit, but she was

“Oh…”

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

a bitter look in her

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

sister from my previous life went

people knew about my shaken mind was

hid it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people,

is a world without the concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

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

father

It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting to meet my mother, who would

forearm and a corner of

had already turned into a being that

like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he finds

a rare joking tone. My hand weaving the

worry. It must have been really hard

death and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that

That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to

beautiful greenhouse garden

a guest is

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

said that the Duke sent

“What?”