Bella, his wife

"Bella, you've already made a commitment," John said. "You're my wife."

"I am?" Bella asked.

"Yes. We had a private wedding, away from the public eye. The reason you don't wear a wedding ring is because you don't want the papparazzi to know you are married."

"Oh, you're right!" Bella laughed. "Of course we're married babe."

She kissed his cheek. "I came by to see my hubby at work."

"Well, good," John said. "Because our daughter will be here soon enough."

"We have a daughter?' Bella asked.

"She's my daughter, your stepdaughter, technically. She's 18, and she is quite the rebel towards you, due to you not being her real mother and all. She will have to be disciplined."

Bella nodded. "You're right honey."

They made out, and John's next client, the intended daughter, arrived.