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.

the meeting hosted by my father’s group was more

made excuses of being busy or not having

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 over the

of social

but also the fact that we were finally

castle with my haughty husband and made a visit to the

even the eyes of

I have no idea why this

was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried

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

don’t know the difference

you, but it

loyal, regardless of what they did to me, the possibility

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

Even if it’s just an act, I’d pretend I was doing my

of any help. I don’t want to

urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I was

grew soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched her

years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not only did she have

“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,

a bitter look in her

I wasn’t in a position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders affected the minds of those

previous life went through a situation like

that only a few people knew about my shaken mind

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

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 that my brother and father

father do

I think it’s

forearm and

had already turned into a being

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

weaving the wreath stopped and I gave her a

worry. It must have been really

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

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

beautiful greenhouse garden with only two

guest is

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

said that the

“What?”