Mistress Commission: 'Design Our Rings!' But Darling I'm Still His WIFE novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Sonia was absolutely furious, her anger simmering just beneath the surface, ready to boil over. She felt like she might literally spit blood from the sheer frustration coursing through her veins.

She had endured so much just to secure this dress, navigating every obstacle in her path, and now she found herself trapped in the most humiliating fashion showdown imaginable. And to make matters infinitely worse, her opponent was none other than Amelia.

The situation was beyond absurd.

Before Amelia could even fully register what was unfolding, Joanne stepped in with a cutting remark. “Amelia, I’ve been wondering all night how you managed to snag a DuBaci piece. Now it all makes sense—you’re wearing a cheap knockoff! Honestly, it’s pathetic. How far are you willing to go just to get attention?”

Joanne could hardly believe her eyes. Two gowns, identical in every detail, standing side by side—it was almost unbelievable.

DuBaci was known for creating one-of-a-kind designs; no two pieces were ever the same. So, logically, one of these dresses had to be counterfeit.

And there was no question in Joanne’s mind who the faker was. Sonia was a world-renowned dancer and celebrity—she would never stoop to wearing a fake. Therefore, the imposter had to be Amelia.

Joanne felt a surge of satisfaction. She had been suspicious from the very beginning. How could Amelia possibly afford an authentic DuBaci gown?

Wearing a knockoff was utterly shameless.

Amelia caught sight of Sonia and furrowed her brow. Could it really be true that they were both wearing the exact same dress?

Whispers began to ripple through the crowd as people tried to piece together which one was genuine and which was the forgery.

But Amelia remained unruffled, radiating quiet confidence. She knew without a doubt that her dress was the real deal.

Turning her gaze coolly toward Joanne, she challenged, “What proof do you have that mine is fake? Or are you just spouting nonsense? Because that’s exactly what it sounds like.”

With a saccharine smile, Sonia said, “Amelia, what a funny coincidence that we have such similar taste! Where did you get your dress? Did someone swindle you?”

Amelia responded calmly, “Who got scammed is still up for debate. What makes you so certain mine is fake? I paid a hefty price for this dress too.”

“But I purchased mine through official channels, with all the proper documentation,” Sonia insisted, feigning innocence.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but so did I,” Amelia replied, clearly tired of the pointless back-and-forth. “We could argue about this forever, but there’s a simple way to settle it—we can verify the authenticity of the dresses.”

Sonia blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “How?”

“If you were truly DuBaci superfans, you’d know their gowns come with authentication codes. Anyone can copy the design, but no one can replicate the craftsmanship and intricate details,” Amelia explained.

As soon as Amelia finished speaking, the crowd fell into a hushed silence. Every eye was fixed intently on the two women, waiting to see what would happen next.