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

or not having time, but everyone knew

far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations

all kinds of social gatherings, I was almost

only the banquet but

I finally built a castle with my haughty husband

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

idea why this analogy

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

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

but it isn’t

regardless of what they did to me, the possibility of being kicked

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

if it’s just an

think I’ll be of any help. I don’t

let you know step by step. You know, since

she lowered

my mother had never been in a sane

“Oh…”

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

look in

in a position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders affected the minds

my previous life went through

a few people knew about my shaken mind was similar to that of my dead

and understanding from other people, but depression

a world without the concept of human rights

“Why did your mother……”

unhappy…..It’s because

your father

time. It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting to meet my mother,

got goosebumps on my forearm and a

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

a secret. I’m sure

joking tone. My hand weaving the

have

refused to attend the funeral at that time. If

a childhood friend. It’s

beautiful greenhouse garden with only two

a guest is

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

that the Duke sent

“What?”