'More than enough' by Birgit K. Gaiser

“Turn left.” 

Liv obliged. Magnus, her best friend, tucked a blonde curl into just the right position and applied a touch of lacquer.

“Can we stop? Am I pretty enough.”

“Darling, you’d be pretty enough naked, unkempt and without any product whatsoever. You know I only want what’s best for you.”

“Then let’s go, or I’ll explode!”



“You look beautiful. She’d be proud.” Milena wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“I’m glad you could use the veil.”

“And the necklace!” Velika pointed towards the string of white beads around her neck.

“Oh my! She must’ve hidden that from –“ Milena stopped herself. “No, not today.”

“Don’t worry. I know about dad and the family money. And in case I never said it: thank you for taking me in without getting anything for it.”

“I got your love,” Milena said. “That’s always been more than enough.”



“Now that we’re married, are you finally going to tell me about the cake?”

“No, you’ll find out.”

“Don’t make me divorce you after just an hour, Liv!”

“I believe that would technically still be an annulment.”

“Sometimes I do wonder why I said yes.”

“So do I, my love. So do I.”



The wedding cake was glorious. Not the usual dry fruit cake covered in half a centimetre of horrible icing that Velika knew and hated, but chocolate heaven: chocolate sponge with chocolate ganache, covered in chocolate sprinkles. One layer dark, one layer milk, and one layer white. And on the top layer…

Velika stood with her mouth open. A life-sized chocolate model of Bruno, her beloved toy bear, looked at her from his one eye, the other covered with a chocolate eye patch.

“Am I forgiven for keeping it a secret?” Liv asked.