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.

my father’s group was more

made excuses of being busy or not having time, but everyone knew that they were

Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a

invitations to all kinds of social gatherings,

but

with my haughty husband and made

holy the bell of the temple sounded, even the eyes of the archbishop, who usually

no idea

I was wondering if everyone would

immediately cooled as she lowered her head, clicking her tongue, “You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s such

know the

but it isn’t very

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

out, instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would have exploded in some

still forever. Even if it’s just an act, I’d pretend I was doing

help. I don’t want to

nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I was a child,

soft as she lowered her eyes

in the first few years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane state. Not

“Oh…”

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,

bitter look in her ruby

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

life went through

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

and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult to understand and define from the perspective

concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father

was young at the time. It’s just my thought, but I think it’s because of my mother that

on my forearm and a corner

already turned into

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

My hand weaving the wreath stopped and I gave

worry. It must have

My brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t managed to persuade her,

friend. It’s not too much to

greenhouse garden with

a guest

who was it? As soon as

the Duke sent them,

“What?”