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

excuses of being busy or not having time, but everyone knew that they were

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

invitations to all kinds of social gatherings, I

the banquet but also the fact that we

haughty husband

how holy the bell of the temple sounded, even the eyes of

I have no idea why

wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable

immediately 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 such an insolent person, I’ll

the difference between these

it

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

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

still forever. Even if it’s just

help. I don’t want to

urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You

lowered her eyes

died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that habit, but she

“Oh…”

people who knew her 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

was a bitter look 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 those

life went

my shaken mind was similar

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

world without the concept

“Why did your mother……”

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

father do

was young at the time. It’s just my thought, but I think

forearm and a corner of my

possible. His mother, who had already turned

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

tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and

must have been really hard

all… My brother refused to attend the funeral

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

the beautiful greenhouse garden with only two

guest

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

that the Duke sent

“What?”