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 father’s

not having time, but everyone

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

to all kinds of social gatherings, I was almost at

it was not only the banquet but also the

castle with my haughty

how holy the bell of the temple sounded, even the eyes of

I have no idea why this

I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried to

tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s

don’t know the

it isn’t very

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

instead of discussing this

just an act, I’d pretend

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

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

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

“Oh…”

said back then, the only people who knew her 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 she was extremely

look

I was also aware of

from my previous life went

only a few people knew about my shaken mind was similar

from other people, but depression was

is a world without the concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father do

but I think it’s because of my mother that my brother became a paladin. The naive idea of ​​getting to meet my mother,

forearm and a

had already turned into a being that he wouldn’t

now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious

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

It must have been really hard

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

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

beautiful greenhouse garden

a guest

house, who was it? As soon

the Duke sent them,

“What?”