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Logan's POV

Every single breath got knocked out of my lungs the moment my eyes dwell on Avalon and her father walking down the aisle and towards me.

I couldn't help it as my eyes scan from the crown of her head and down to the soul of her feet. She looked perfect, breath taking even or I won't be here trying to catch my breath.

Though her face was hidden behind the veil, I could still picture her rosy lips in a thin line with her brows kneaded together in a nervous way. I couldn't be wrong, judging from the way her hand grip her bouquet of flowers....