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 luxurious

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

St. Agnes’s charity event, but after my husband

kinds of social gatherings, I was almost at a

the banquet but

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

temple sounded, even the

have no idea why this analogy was

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

voice 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

don’t know the difference between these

it isn’t

of what they did to me, the

discussing this with Ellenia, the problem would

I couldn’t stay still forever. Even if it’s just

you. I don’t think I’ll be of any help. I don’t want to mess

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

soft as she lowered

been in a sane

“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

bitter look in her ruby

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

from my previous life went through

only a few people knew about my

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

the concept of human rights

“Why did your mother……”

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

your father do

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

and a corner of my

had already turned into a being that he wouldn’t

is a secret.

joking tone. My hand weaving the wreath stopped and I

must have

brother refused to attend the funeral

suddenly Freya pops up. That’s the power of a childhood friend. It’s not too much to be special since they were together

greenhouse garden with only

a guest is

visit me in this house, who was it? As soon as I

that the Duke sent

“What?”