'An eye for a bride' by Birgit K. Gaiser

Velika removed her mother’s wedding dress from the box. Auntie Melina was right: it would likely need too much alteration to fit her. But maybe she could reuse something from it. Her mother had had worn a veil, hadn’t she? 

She spotted a small envelope at the bottom of the box, white paper in a white box, that she had nearly missed. She opened it and removed a little plastic eye. “Oh my God!” she said. “Bruno’s eye! Liv! Liv!”

Liv came running. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“It’s Bruno’s eye! Auntie Melina must have found it in my wardrobe. Look!”

Liv laughed. She’d been teasing Velika about her raggedy bear and its missing eye – or rather, the eye patch Velika had made for him to hide the missing eye – ever since she’d first set foot into her bedroom.

“Will you glue it on?” she asked.

“Would it make you stop teasing me?” Velika answered her question with another one.

“Unlikely,” Liv said.

“Well then, no,” Velika said. “But I might glue it onto your wedding dress as your something borrowed.”

They both broke out in laugher. Velika marvelled at how happy she was, and at how even the thought of being married without her mother and father couldn’t mar her that happiness.