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 group

busy or not having time, but everyone knew that they were secretly

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

tea-time invitations to all kinds of social

course, it was not only the banquet but also

a castle with my haughty husband and made a visit

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

no idea why this analogy was

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

the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s such an insolent person,

don’t know the difference

but it

and loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the possibility

kicking them out, instead of discussing this

couldn’t stay still forever. Even if it’s just an

be of any help. I don’t want to mess up

you please. There’s nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I was a child, I’ve been

lowered her eyes and clenched her

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

“Oh…”

extravagant clothing, and she suddenly insisted on pouring huge amounts of money into donations. If one day she was extremely energetic,

look in her ruby

aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders

life

that only a few people knew about my

help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to

concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father do something

of fights, but I don’t 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

my forearm and a

already turned into a being

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

hand weaving

worry. It must have been

death and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t managed to persuade her,

friend.

greenhouse garden with

a guest is

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

said that the Duke sent them,

“What?”