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.

my father’s group was more luxurious

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

activities that I’d attended so far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband

tea-time invitations to all kinds of social gatherings, I was almost at a

the banquet but also the

haughty husband and made a

how holy the bell of the temple sounded, even the eyes of the archbishop, who

idea why this

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

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 insolent person, I’ll kick them out

the difference between

it isn’t

regardless of what they did to me,

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

I couldn’t stay still forever. Even if it’s just

any help. I don’t want to mess

I’ll let you know step by step. You

lowered her eyes and

nanny did 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…”

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

was a bitter look in

for her. I wasn’t in a position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination of

from my previous life

only a few people knew about my shaken mind

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

without the concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father

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

forearm and a corner of my

who had already turned into a being that he

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

tone. My hand weaving the

worry. It must have

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

suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special

beautiful greenhouse garden with only two

guest

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

said that the Duke

“What?”