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.

by my father’s group

busy or not having

were horse riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave

invitations to all kinds of social gatherings, I was

was not only the banquet but also the

built a castle with my haughty husband and made a visit to the temple!

the temple sounded, even the eyes of the archbishop, who usually seemed expressionless,

idea

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

“You’re the hostess of this family, who dares to think it’s interference? If there’s such an insolent person, I’ll

don’t know the difference between

it

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

of discussing this with

stay still forever. Even if it’s just an

help. I don’t want to mess up the order

I’ll let you know step by step. You know, since I was a child, I’ve been doing the

she lowered her eyes and clenched her

before my mother died….since my mother had never been in a sane

“Oh…”

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

look in

position to feel sorry for anyone, but I was also aware of how the combination of depression and the resulting eating disorders affected

my previous life went through a situation

few people knew about my shaken mind was similar to

family desperately hid it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people, but depression was difficult

the concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

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

father do

think it’s because of my mother that my brother

and a corner

already turned into

what it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret.

had a rare joking tone. My hand weaving the

worry. It must have been really hard for

of death and all… My brother refused to attend the funeral at that time. If Frey hadn’t

but suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s

greenhouse garden with

a guest

was it? As soon as I looked up, puzzled, Ellenia opened her mouth first, “Who

said that the Duke

“What?”