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

or not having time, but everyone knew

and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me

to all kinds of social gatherings, I

not only the banquet but also the fact that we

built a castle with my haughty husband and

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

no idea why this analogy

wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried to

family, who dares to think it’s interference? If

don’t know the

it

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

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

still forever. Even if it’s just

I don’t want to mess

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 her hands

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

“Oh…”

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 day she would be staying in bed

bitter look

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 resulting eating disorders affected the minds of

sister from my previous life went through a situation like

people knew about my shaken mind was similar to that of

and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult

concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father

I don’t know for sure… I was young at the time. It’s just my thought, but I think

got goosebumps on my forearm and a corner of

already turned into

This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be

had a rare joking tone. My hand weaving

have been really hard

attend the funeral at that time. If Frey

going well, but suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special since they were together

greenhouse garden

a guest

was rare for someone to visit me in this house, who was it? As soon as I looked

the

“What?”