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.

hosted by my father’s group was more luxurious than the ones

being busy or not having

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

to all kinds of social gatherings,

only the banquet but also the fact that we were

castle with my haughty husband and made a

the temple sounded, even the eyes of

I have no idea why this analogy was

everyone would feel uncomfortable

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

don’t know the difference between these

you, but it isn’t

servants of Omerta were all old and loyal, regardless of what they did to

kicking them out, instead of discussing this

Even if it’s just

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

There’s nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You

as she lowered her eyes and

my nanny did it in the first few years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a

“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 huge amounts of money into donations. If one day

was a bitter look in her ruby

was also aware of how the combination

from my previous life

few people knew about my shaken mind

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

a world without the concept of human

“Why did your mother……”

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

father do something

I think it’s because of

on my forearm and a

possible. His mother, who had already turned into a being that

know what it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure

weaving

worry. It must have been

was. The cause of death and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If

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 since they

greenhouse garden

guest is

who was it? As

the Duke sent

“What?”