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.

a head group, the meeting hosted by my father’s group was more luxurious

or not having time, but everyone knew that they

I’d attended so far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event,

all kinds of social gatherings,

it was not only the banquet but

my haughty

of the temple sounded, even the eyes

I have no idea why

I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if

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

the

you, but it

and loyal, regardless of what they

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

stay still forever. Even if it’s just an

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

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

lowered her eyes and

it in the first few years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that habit,

“Oh…”

else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted on pouring huge amounts of money into donations. If one day she was extremely energetic, the next

bitter look

position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the

from my previous life went through a situation like

knew about my

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

the concept of

“Why did your mother……”

I still don’t know about that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died that my brother and father became

father do something

I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a

and a corner

possible. His mother, who had already turned into a being that he wouldn’t even

now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll

hand weaving

worry. It must have been

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

the power of a childhood friend.

the beautiful greenhouse garden with only

a guest is

house, who was it? As soon as I looked up, puzzled, Ellenia opened her mouth first, “Who

the

“What?”