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.

meeting hosted by my father’s group was more luxurious than

or not having time, but everyone knew that they were secretly

the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew

simple tea-time invitations to all kinds of

only the banquet but also the fact that we

castle with my haughty husband and

the temple sounded, even the eyes of

have no idea why this analogy

everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried to

immediately cooled as she lowered her head, clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to

I don’t know the difference

it isn’t very

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

out, instead of discussing this

it’s just an act, I’d pretend

any help. I don’t want to mess up the order that’s

step by step. You know, since I

lowered her eyes and clenched her hands

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

“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

bitter look

also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders

previous life went

about my shaken mind was similar to that

had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult

world without the concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

about that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died that my brother and father became

father do something

time. It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a

goosebumps on my forearm and a corner of my chest

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

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

a rare joking tone. My hand weaving

It must have

the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t managed

pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend.

beautiful greenhouse garden with only two

a guest is

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

that the

“What?”