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.

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

having time, but everyone knew that they were secretly

social activities that I’d attended so far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s

kinds of social gatherings, I was

the banquet but also the fact

a castle with my haughty

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

no idea

was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried to

clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If

don’t know the difference

you, but it

and loyal, regardless of what they

kicking them out, instead of discussing this with

it’s just an act,

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

as you please. There’s nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I was

soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched

my 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

“Oh…”

was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted on pouring huge amounts of money into donations. If one day

was a bitter 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

from my previous life went through a

a few people knew about my shaken

my family desperately hid it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to understand and define

the concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father do

know for 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 paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting to meet my mother, who would

on my forearm and a corner of my chest

possible. His mother, who had already turned

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

rare joking tone. My hand weaving

It must have been

and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that

friend. It’s not too much to be special since they were

greenhouse

a guest is

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

said that the Duke sent them,

“What?”