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.

the meeting hosted by my father’s group

excuses of being busy or not having time,

and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but

kinds of social gatherings,

it was not only the banquet but also the fact that we were finally

my haughty husband and made a visit to the

the temple sounded, even the eyes of the archbishop, who

no idea why this analogy

was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I

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

I don’t know the difference between

you, but it isn’t very

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

suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing this with

if it’s just an act, I’d

I don’t think I’ll be of any help. I don’t want

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

soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched

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

“Oh…”

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 would be staying in bed all

look

felt 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

sister from my previous life went through

fact that only a few people knew about my shaken mind was

had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other

concept

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father do

sure… I was young at the time. It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a

and a corner of my chest

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

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

had a rare joking tone. My hand weaving

It must have been really

brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey

power of a childhood friend.

beautiful greenhouse garden

guest

visit me in this house, who was it? As soon as I looked up,

the

“What?”