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.

meeting hosted by my father’s group was more luxurious

being busy or not having time, but

the social activities that I’d attended so far were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew from all

tea-time invitations to all kinds of

banquet but also the fact that we were finally

haughty

the bell of the temple sounded, even the eyes of

no idea why this analogy was

if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried to

tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who

the difference

it

of Omerta were all old and loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the possibility

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

forever. Even if it’s just an act, I’d pretend

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

you know step by step. You

tone grew soft as she lowered

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

“Oh…”

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 she was extremely energetic, the next

bitter look

was also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders affected the

previous life went

a few people knew about my

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

world without the concept of

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father

think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting

and a corner

mother, who had already turned into a being that he

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

hand weaving the wreath stopped and I gave her a

must have been really

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

going well, but suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too

beautiful greenhouse

a guest is

someone to visit me in this house, who was it? As soon as I looked up, puzzled, Ellenia opened her mouth first,

that the

“What?”