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Jennifer's POV As we get on the plane, I can wait to get rid of the heavy wedding dress. Logan helps me take it off as he locks the cabin door and takes off his suit jacket and tie. I feel relieved. I get dressed in shorts and a long sleeve top. I am still a bit self-conscious about the ugly scar on my arm. It also reminds me of the nine-year-old girl running away from an abusive stepdad. But, I know the time has come for me to get rid of my scars. I will do that as soon as I am back in LA. I look at Logan sitting relaxing in his seat, and he pulls me into the seat next to him. He fastens my safety belt. I don't say anything as I know Logan by now. He is overprotective, and I think it is all because he loves me. Sometimes I wonder if he loves me or if he is feeling sorry for me over my pa