A/N: Thank you to Midnight Cougar for being a rockstar. xx

Here's the last extra! Enjoy. :)

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Mrs. Renée Dwyer POV

Maria wipes down the marble kitchen countertops, while I sit at the island enjoying a moment of silence, scanning my latest emails and enjoying a cup of tea.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Dwyer. You must be excited about the latest news."

I sigh and set down my cup, then check my diamond-encrusted Cartier watch, as I need to get going. I have an appointment with my stylist, who has pulled options for me straight off the runways of Paris and Milan. "What is it now, Maria?"

"Your daughter's engagement and upcoming wedding." She holds up the wedding invitation that arrived two days ago. I'm surprised there isn't a picture of a tractor or that silly, red truck she loves on the front of the invitation.

A wedding on a farm—one of the worst ideas ever in the history of weddings. It's dirty and the bugs are out of control. Thank goodness they sold off all the animals years ago or the horrible stench would overtake the entire event. I wonder if I can come up with an excuse or plan a trip and miss the whole blasted ordeal.

"Oh, that. She's marrying that... that… vagrant. I met him on my last visit. Trust me; Isabella is making a huge mistake." I shake my head in disgust.

"Vagrant? Edward?" Maria questions, putting away the dishes.

"Ugh, yes, that's the one. I can't believe my daughter is marrying that vile man. You should have seen him, Maria. He is an unkempt, almost feral beast. Isabella is throwing her life away. He works on that godforsaken farm and not even her equal. She's his boss. He was homeless until she took him in like a stray." I throw my hands up in frustration. "She won't listen to a word I say. Clara and Charlie are no help. They are encouraging the union. Can you imagine?"

Maria's brow furrows in confusion. "Are you sure you met the correct man?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Obviously, I did. There was only one Edward there. He slurped his soup right next to me! You would think he hadn't had a meal in years the way he was going on about Clara's cooking, which in my opinion is completely overrated. She's no Michelin chef, that's for certain, and struggles to make a simple bowl of fruit."

"Was this the man you met?" She slides one of those gossip rags I always seeing her pouring over in front of me.

A quick glance at the cover reveals someone I would never forget. A tailored Dior suit on a man who could be a model with chiseled features and perfectly styled hair. "Who is this?" I read the caption next to the photo. "Hot in Hollywood—Edward Cullen Leads the Way."

"Yes, Mrs. Dwyer. That's Edward Cullen. He's a movie star and worth millions," Maria gushes.

"Millions?" I repeat, shocked at this revelation.

She points at the cover. "Yes, he was recently named to one of those '30 Under 30' lists. He's incredibly handsome with a huge following who love his movies. Look inside. There's a picture with Miss Isabella."

I flip through the pages to the featured article and find a photo of this Edward with Isabella. There are a few blurry ones of the same man with a beard who looks almost exactly like the one I met.

"He looks so different." I marvel, then focus on Isabella. "If only she would lose a few pounds, she would be so pretty. I've tried, Maria. Oh, how I've tried, but she doesn't care. Maybe now she will at least try with the wedding on the way. She can't possibly fit into my size zero designer dress I wore when I married Phil, and there's no time to have one made. What is she thinking with this backwoods wedding? Ugh! She'll probably select something off-the-rack."

I shake my head and grab my phone from the kitchen desk, removing it from the charger. I locate Isabella's number and wait for it to connect.

I suspect it is close to going to voicemail when I hear her voice. "Hello, Mother."

"Isabella. When were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what exactly?"

"Don't play dumb with me. I got your wedding invitation."

She has no response. So, I continue. "The man I met—your boyfriend. The millionaire."

"What about my fiancé?"

"Oh, please. Did you think I wouldn't find out? He's rich and famous. Even someone like Maria knows about every detail of your life." I wave my hand in her direction, but she appears to be ignoring me.

"I seriously doubt that's true, but would we be having a conversation if you hadn't found out his true identity? I bet you weren't even going to attend the wedding."

"I would have at least sent a gift, Isabella. But lucky for you both, my schedule is free and I'll be able to attend. I refuse to stay with Clara though. One of my friends suggested I stay at the Townsend in Birmingham and have a driver for the weekend. She said the accommodations would be much more acceptable than your little cabin in the woods."

"Dad can—"

"Isabella, mark my words. Your father will never transport me anywhere again." I recall riding to the private airport in his filthy police car, making everyone think I was a criminal. I've never been so humiliated in my life. I'm not speaking to him after his little stunt, but I'll let him apologize at the wedding for Isabella's sake.

I have no idea what I ever saw in him years ago. It must have been the uniform. I was young, naïve, and absolutely clueless how much police officers make. He begged me not to terminate the pregnancy after a broken condom capped off our less than stellar night together. I regret those horrible stretch marks that still plague me to this day.

Isabella chuckles, then mumbles something, but I only catch the final sentence. "You never change, Mother."

"I would hope not. I pay a fortune every week to prevent any signs of aging. I have so many arrangements to make before the wedding. You have left me with very little time. I need a dress and probably a week at the spa; maybe I can squeeze in a little nip and tuck. Now, tell me, who did Edward invite to the wedding? Is it anyone I would know, or only those flaky, artist types?"

I don't get a response; what I do get is a resigned huff on the other end of the phone, and a resounding click.

A/N: And in true Renée fashion, she insults everyone. Lol It looks like she's going to the wedding after all, but this is it for me. I hope you have enjoyed the extras, as they have been fun for me to write.

Some may be wondering what's next? Well, I have a lot of stories planned for this year, as I'm busy working on many new projects. Currently, I'm sharing my sequel to Mr. Perfect/M. Parfait, which is called Daddy's Girl. It is Emmett's story with a little Bella and Edward sprinkled in there.

I'm also about halfway through writing Bella's story to my Secret & Lies contest entry one-shot, This Week with Edward Masen. Her story is titled, Behind Closed Doors, and I'm hoping it will be ready to share after Daddy's Girl finishes in June. So, put me on author alert if you're interested in that one or anything else I may post.

You can always find me in my Facebook group, Kay Richard's Bonfire, where I share teasers and photos of all my stories, as well as "inspirational" photos too. Everyone is welcome to join.

Let me know what you think and thank you for reading. xx