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 than

not having time,

riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity

to all kinds of social gatherings, I

but also the fact that we were

my haughty husband and made a visit to the temple!

even the eyes of the archbishop, who usually seemed expressionless, looked

I have no idea why this analogy

was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable

family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s such an

I don’t know the difference between

but it

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

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

just an act, I’d pretend I was doing my

help. I don’t want to mess up the order that’s already been set

urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You

soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched

had never been in a sane state.

“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 on pouring huge amounts of money into donations. If one day she was extremely energetic, the next day she

a bitter 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

life went through a situation

a few people knew about my shaken

it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to understand and define from the perspective of

a world without the concept of human

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father do

just my thought, but I think it’s

forearm and a corner of

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

is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he

a rare joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and I gave her

worry. It must have been really hard

the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t

friend.

the beautiful greenhouse garden with only

guest

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

said that the

“What?”