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

or not having

Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew from

kinds of social gatherings, I was almost at

the banquet but also the fact that we were

castle with my haughty husband and made

of how holy the bell of the temple sounded, even

no idea why this analogy

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

clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s

the difference between

it isn’t very

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

I suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing

couldn’t stay still forever. Even if it’s just an act, I’d pretend

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

let you know step by step. You know, since I was a child,

soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched her hands

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

“Oh…”

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 energetic, the next day she would be

was a bitter look in

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

sister from my previous life went

fact that only a few people knew about my shaken mind was similar to that of

from other people, but depression was difficult to

a world without the concept of human rights or mental

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father do something

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

forearm and a corner of my chest

possible. His mother, who had already

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

tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and I

have been really hard

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

of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special since they were together

beautiful greenhouse garden

guest

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

the Duke sent

“What?”