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.

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

excuses of being busy or not having

Agnes’s charity event, but after

tea-time invitations to all kinds of social gatherings, I was

but also the fact that

built a castle with my haughty

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

have no idea why

everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried to

this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s such an insolent

know the

it isn’t

loyal, regardless of what they did to

suddenly started kicking them out, instead of discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would have exploded in some

if it’s just an act,

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

as you please. There’s nothing urgent. I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I was

soft as she lowered her eyes and clenched

did it in the first few years. A year before my mother died….since my mother had never been in

“Oh…”

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 energetic, the next day she

bitter look in

aware of how the combination of

life

that only a few people knew about my shaken

received help from modern medicine and understanding from

without the concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

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

father do

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

got goosebumps on my forearm and a corner

His mother, who had already turned into a

like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he finds out I told Ruby

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

must have been

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

of a childhood friend. It’s not too

entered the beautiful greenhouse garden with only two

guest

rare for someone to visit me in this house, who was it? As soon

said that the Duke sent

“What?”