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 was more luxurious

having time, but everyone

riding meetings and the St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband gave me a banquet, invitations flew from all over

of social

only the banquet but also

castle with my haughty husband and made a visit to

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

idea why this

But, well, I was wondering if everyone would feel uncomfortable if I suddenly tried to

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

don’t know the difference between these

but it isn’t

they did to me, the possibility

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

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

I don’t want to

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

as she lowered her

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 she was different

“Oh…”

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, 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 staying in

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

sister from my previous life went through a

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

desperately hid it, I had received help from modern medicine and understanding from other people,

the concept of human rights or

“Why did your mother……”

so unhappy…..It’s because my mother died

your father

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 that my brother

and a corner of

possible. His mother, who had already turned into a being that he wouldn’t

don’t know what it’s like now, of course. This story is a secret. I’m sure he’ll be furious if he

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

worry. It must have been really hard for

funeral at that

going well, but suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special since

greenhouse garden

a guest

house, who was it? As

that the

“What?”