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.

a head group, the meeting hosted by my

made excuses of being busy or not having time, but everyone

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

tea-time invitations to all kinds of social gatherings,

not only the banquet but

castle with my haughty husband

even the eyes of the archbishop, who usually

no idea why this analogy

if everyone

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

the difference

but it isn’t

loyal, regardless of what they did to

started kicking them out, instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would have

just an

I don’t think I’ll be of any help. I don’t want to mess up the order that’s already been

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

she lowered her eyes and clenched her

mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that habit, but she was different from

“Oh…”

me and a few others, but everything else was really weird. She was obsessed with her appearance, extravagant clothing,

look in her ruby

felt sorry for her. I wasn’t in a position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination of

my previous life went through a situation like

people knew about my shaken mind was similar

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

is a world without the concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

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

father do

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

forearm and a corner

who had already turned into a being that he

don’t know what it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he finds out

joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and I gave her a

have been really hard for

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

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

the beautiful greenhouse garden with only

guest is

this house, who was it? As soon as

that the

“What?”