Page 40 of Falling for the Bosshole

Natalie nodded her head excitedly as Ana recounted the story of finding the scarf in a garbage dump. The scarf, she said, made her want to be a dancer too.

“The scarf has magic, mommy,” Natalie asked.

Yes, it does. It brought your dad and me together, and now we have you,” Ana replied as Lash strode into the room.

“Daddy! Daddy! Mommy has a magic scarf. She said I could have it someday when I am bigger.”

Lash scooped the little girl into his arms as Natalie recounted the story her mom just told her.

Ana looked at them both even as Lash stole glances in her direction. A sense of contentment flooded her entire being. It wasn’t the scarf that held the magic. It was her and Lash pursuing their dreams together and making the lives of so many gypsies just a little bit better every single day.

They have both found their purpose, and together, they agreed that their daughter would never have to be ashamed of her real identity because there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Both their gypsy blood that now ran strong in their daughter’s veins certainly was the only magic they would ever need.