How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 83

“Oh, you really look like a fairy, madam.”

 

“Who do you want to show this to first?”

 

I thought that I didn’t hate the pouring of compliments. It was amazing to look at even with my own eyes.

 

The woman in the mirror smiling shyly was blinding, as if she were under magic.

 

And it wasn’t just because of makeup, not because of luxurious dresses and colorful jewels.

 

“Is that bracelet really okay with you?”

 

Lucille, who was closing the jewelry box, secretly asked.

 

All my jewelry was shiny, but she looked disappointed that only the bracelet was worn out.

 

“Yes, this is enough. Thank you. You all worked hard.”

 

I raised one hand and pressed my pounding chest tightly.

 

Thanks to the beautiful sleeve, this bracelet would not stand out.

 

If I had to insist on this, I don’t know, maybe it was because it was the first gift he gave me.

 

So when I wore this, I felt like I was getting stronger.

 

And I had to be very strong for a while from today.

 

“Ruby.”

 

Eleania was waiting ahead where the carriage was parked.

 

It was fantastic to see her in an elegant lace dress coloured in light lemon and cream, a jewel pin in her braided hair, but…… Oh, it’s awkward. It’s awkward.

 

Not only me, but she also had an awkward atmosphere around her.

 

It goes without saying that it was not like her.

 

It’s our first time meeting alone since the tea party incident.

 

Haa, that Freya.

 

“You’re so beautiful, Ellen.”

 

When I talked carefully, trying to suppress the awkwardness, Ellenia looked at me right away.

 

At first glance, her cold red eyes had a tinge of embarrassment.

 

“Ruby, you’re beautiful without words.”

 

During a short silence, we hesitated to see if we would continue the conversation for a while, but soon we closed our mouths and got into the carriage.

 

Surrounded by such an awkward silence, the wagon ran toward the royal palace.

 

* * *

 

Two flags were scattered in Elmos Port, pale sunlight and fog covering it.

 

The flag with the crown symbolizing Omerta and the flag with the Longinus symbol on it.

 

Below it, some priests of the Temple of Elendale stood, along with knights wearing blue capes, on display to greet the guests.

 

Finally, the Romagnan people came like a red wave.

 

The cardinal was among the crimson dressed people.

 

the forefront of the dogs, but aside

 

that the young cardinal

 

eldest son, Cardinal Valentino, Duke of Savoy,

 

silent disturbance spread among the welcoming

 

once may be the same, there was

 

“Yes.”

 

of the Elendale Temple, who got off the horse, approached the young cardinal and

 

down on the archbishop of his father’s age for a while

 

kissed the ring in his hand

 

for coming a long way. Thank you to the Holy

 

added this, stepped back, the sound of horseshoes

 

rode a horse from the other side and stared quietly at the silver

 

deep blue sapphire

 

at the eyes

 

thin ray of sunlight

 

dock were overwhelmed with unknown anxiety and passed the dry needle, his sister-in-law

 

“Welcome, Lord.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

relief spread like

 

beginning of

 

* * *

 

delegation is coming

 

“Prince Visconti is entering!”

 

kingdom of Pavia

 

with fresco paintings was crowded

 

delegates arrived one after another, all with a face that hadn’t recovered

 

be a very important matter whether they had a good relationship with Brittania or

 

of a sports game in my previous

 

attended by foreign VIPs in Romagna, but

 

international event

 

I was rather distracted and had no thoughts, so I diligently wandered around as Omerta’s Duchess, greeted the VIPs,

 

faces I saw in Romagna a few times. For

 

feels new to see

 

old partner or anyone

 

but it

 

I remember that the people who broke up

 

you too, Prince

 

has not arrived yet, seeing that you are

 

I smiled at the man who

 

able to push me by the back

 

immediately looked like he chewed something bitter, but nevertheless

 

I heard that you have a good relationship

 

lucky. My husband is not an ugly man who takes his anger out on

 

rumors, go to Cesare and talk

 

of

 

was just a

 

Cesare was determined

 

of yourself, get a

 

matter what you do to me,

 

“I’m ugly?…”

 

to spit out something, soon shut up again about

 

murmured

 

that,

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

my lady, today

 

“Excuse me, I’m thirsty”.

 

to tell me something more, but

 

to relax, but

 

okay, my

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