How to Get My Husband on My Side

After visiting the temple, I met the duke’s exclusive tailor, who Ellenia had called, and spent four days fitting new clothes, writing letters to the Romagna family, and preparing for the banquet.

In the meantime, even Izek’s nose could not be found, and according to Ellenia, the summer season was surprisingly the busiest with various preparations.

Anyway, that was how my first Elendaleian social event arrived.

The jade silk dress I wore during the Eucharist was the plainest dress I had ever brought.

Cream-coloured leather shoes studded with pearls and summer gloves. Other accessories were only aquamarine earrings.

My hair was also long braided downward without any accessories attached.

My modest attire was quite unexpected, and the blunt-faced maids looked a little suspicious, but they asked no questions.

“Ruby.”

I’m grateful for having an ice sculpture-like face call me by my nickname.

Standing under the hall stairs in a red dress with long sleeves, Ellenia was like a mythical goddess herself. Phew, I can’t believe she almost married Enzo. But, the person next to her…

“Ruby, say hello. This is an old friend of mine, Freya Van Furiana.”

(T/N: I believe the previous translator had called her Flaya(mentioned once in chapter 3) but to me, Freya sounded more natural, so I’ll be using that ^^)
“Good morning, Lady Rudbeckia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” A cool smile that revealed her white teeth. A sparkling smile unique to a person who had lived surrounded by love made the viewer feel cheerful. She was a beauty with a style that naturally attracted people’s hearts regardless of gender and age.

Her crescent-like eyes were violet-colored. The dress she donned, wrapped around her long, slender body like a glove, and her blond hair hanging around her face, seemed lustrous.

It wasn’t dark blonde, flax coloured, like mine, but paler; a cold platinum.

She was that childhood friend.

Why are you all so pretty?

My whole life was filled with beautiful people, but I feel like I’m still normal compared to some of the people from this world.

And of course, a childhood friend would be treated differently from a humble bride from a foreign country.

I could tell by looking at the maid’s eyes full of kindness.

Tch.

“Nice to meet you, too, Lady Furiana.” I said shyly, and Freya’s eyes turned wide for a moment before she turned back with a cheerful smile.

“Ellen, you didn’t tell me she was such a lovely person.”

(T/N: The word used to refer Ruby here was  부인 = wife, the missus of a household, but that would sound awkward so I just went for she.)

“You might have thought of me as a hawk-nosed witch.”

Ellenia still had a perfect poker face on.

The way she looked at me while tapping her fan was a bit strange.

Was something wrong with my clothes?

my brother’s

what

to come anyway. But I hoped he would show up

to

***

colorful insignia ran through the city surrounded

from taxis of my previous life; a luxury vehicle that took you to parties on a well-maintained road. Even if the times were different and

Or so I thought.

wished it was

if you don’t make it

do? I’m sure they’ll figure it out.” As far as I

connection and deep understanding

could sense their

that only people who had known each other for a very

will look too tacky to your eyes. As you

think that will happen. I think Elendale is more

responded as humbly as I could, so it was

friend, with her kindness and curiosity, she was also exploring me

so it was natural to worry because a woman with

care of me,

have to show her the same side of me. Especially since those two were the most important

husband is the final

The scenery of the moon tower and the crowd of nobles who arrived earlier greeted

thin dresses with long

few knights dressed in armour stood

neighborhood where monsters were prevalent, they

brother, was by far the best flower in

being the queen of the king, her own great beauty, and impeccable character made it

the Omerta siblings’ best friend

it reminded me of my

father’s mistress, Lady Julia, for making connections with

the rumors or public criticism were, Cesare had a huge fandom following, regardless of gender, and Enzo wasn’t

previous life. What would everyone think of me if my miserable innermost thoughts were revealed? How would it all tumble down? Funnily enough, there were times

say, I felt like

the same downside as in

“Oh my…”

“That’s…”

I replied with a smile to those who cast curious eyes on

contempt, hostility, envy, and other vibes flowing

facial muscles

whom I encountered occasionally, came up and greeted me to ask

and so on. That was how we got to the

back at the place where her eyes were directed