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

having time,

the St. Agnes’s charity event,

kinds of

not only the banquet but also the fact that

my haughty husband and made a visit to the

of how holy the bell of the temple sounded, even

I have no idea why

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

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

the difference

but it isn’t

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

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

if it’s just an act, I’d pretend I

don’t want to mess up the order

by step. You know, since I

she lowered her

before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that habit, but

“Oh…”

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 on pouring huge amounts of money into donations.

bitter look in her

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

life

about my shaken mind was similar to

medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to

is a world without the concept of

“Why did your mother……”

her so unhappy…..It’s because my

father do

were a lot of fights, but I don’t know for sure… I was young at the time. It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because

and a corner of

who had already turned into a being that he wouldn’t even

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

had a rare joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped

It must have

all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at

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

beautiful greenhouse garden

guest is

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

the

“What?”