Mistress Commission: 'Design Our Rings!' But Darling I'm Still His WIFE novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

TuBaci’s authentication system was a closely guarded secret—an exclusive, proprietary technology designed to prevent counterfeiting. The brand’s custom pieces were crafted in a hidden location, and only official channels could verify their authenticity. This feature was known solely to TuBaci’s most elite clientele, a fact that wasn’t common knowledge.

Sonia’s face shifted instantly. To be honest, this was the very first time she had heard about such a verification method. She rarely encountered fashion fakes because she typically ordered directly from the brand’s boutiques. She hadn’t quite reached the VVIP tier yet, so this detail had slipped under her radar.

This particular gown had been notoriously difficult to obtain, which is why Sonia had resorted to alternative sources. But she had paid full price for it, so she hadn’t worried much about its legitimacy.

Amelia, on the other hand, was digging her own grave. Sonia thought smugly, this is going to be entertaining—time to watch her spectacular downfall.

With a confident smile, Sonia said, “Alright, since you’re so certain, let’s verify our dresses right here and now. But if yours turns out to be fake, you owe me a serious apology for this embarrassment.”

Amelia returned a calm smile. “Absolutely. If it’s counterfeit, I’ll take full responsibility. But Sonia, what will you do if your dress doesn’t check out?”

Sonia’s smile wavered for a brief moment before she quickly regained her composure. “My dress is authentic. I have no doubts about that.”

From the sidelines, Joanne snorted derisively. “Amelia, stop being so stubborn. When this proves you’re wearing a knockoff, I want to see if you can even show your face here anymore!”

Ignoring Joanne’s jabs, Amelia pulled out her phone and opened TuBaci’s official authentication page. She carefully lifted the hem of her dress, exposing the discreet authentication code sewn into the seam.

The code was incredibly subtle—most people didn’t even know it existed.

The onlookers gasped in surprise, many clearly unaware that such a verification system was in place.

Amelia pointed the code toward her phone’s camera, and almost instantly, detailed verification information appeared on the screen.

“TuBaci Private Commission, Code A-2025-001, Client: Amelia Sterling.”

Faced with Amelia’s challenge, panic began to creep in.

Seeing the tension, Joanne quickly jumped to Sonia’s defense. “Amelia, you’re crossing a line! How could Sonia’s dress be fake? She’s a celebrity—why would she wear a counterfeit?”

The crowd’s curiosity deepened. Everyone had assumed Amelia was the one in the fake gown, but now that hers was confirmed authentic, the suspicion shifted toward Sonia’s dress.

Amelia’s gaze turned icy as she stared down Joanne. “If your dress isn’t fake, then why not prove it? Unless there’s something you’re hiding?”

Sonia’s expression darkened with each passing second. She knew she could no longer avoid the truth.

Chapter 118

With a clenched jaw, Sonia finally lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the hidden authentication code stitched into the seam.