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.

group, the meeting hosted by my father’s group was more luxurious

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

horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew from all over the

of social gatherings,

course, it was not only the banquet but also the fact that we were

with my haughty husband and made a visit

of the temple sounded, even

idea why this

wondering if everyone would

this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If

know the difference

you, but it isn’t

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

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

it’s just

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

by step. You know, since I was

lowered her eyes

the first few years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have that habit, but she

“Oh…”

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 she was extremely

a bitter look

position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination

my previous life went through a

few people knew about my shaken mind

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

the concept of human

“Why did your mother……”

still don’t know about that. What made her so unhappy…..It’s because

your father do something

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

forearm and a

that’s possible. His mother, who had already

is a secret.

joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and

have been really

funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t managed to persuade her, he really

Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be

greenhouse garden with only

guest is

who was it? As soon as I looked up, puzzled, Ellenia opened her

said that the Duke sent

“What?”