Mistress Commission: 'Design Our Rings!' But Darling I'm Still His WIFE novel Chapter 93

Several socialites exchanged knowing looks, barely suppressing their anticipation for what was sure to be an entertaining disaster.

They’d all noticed Amelia arrive with Lancey and felt a stab of jealousy. When they’d heard this was her first wine event, they’d assumed she was completely out of her depth.

Lancey had even mentioned bringing her to “show her how these things work.” Now, being called up to lead a tasting would be the ultimate humiliation.

Mrs. Patterson looked expectantly at Amelia, hoping she’d volunteer.

Before Amelia could respond, Lancey stepped in protectively. “This is Amelia’s first event. Perhaps next time would be better?”

Megan smiled with false sweetness. “Oh, Lancey, we’re all friends here. It’s just a casual tasting, nothing too formal.”

Megan had never thought much of Amelia anyway–always considered her beneath their social circle. Sure, she looked the part today in her expensive outfit, but class couldn’t be bought.

She was practically salivating at the prospect of watching Amelia crash and burn. Let’s see how Lancey defends her precious daughter–in–law after this

embarrassment.

Lancey’s jaw tightened, ready to shut this down, when Amelia gently placed a hand on her arm.

“I’d be happy to give it a try. Thank you for the opportunity.” Amelia’s voice was steady and confident.

She rose gracefully, that same composed smile never wavering as she made her way to the main tasting table. Her movements were fluid and self–assured–not

a trace of nervousness.

Lancey watched her with growing admiration. That’s my girl.

Valeria and Joanne exchanged victorious glances, barely containing their glee. They were about to watch Amelia make a complete fool of herself in front of

Manhattan’s elite.

Amelia reached the table and picked up the first bottle–a Sauvignon Blanc from Napa Valley. She examined the label briefly before addressing the room.

“Let’s start with this Sauvignon Blanc. You’ll notice it has that classic bright, crisp character–perfect for an afternoon like this.”

She poured samples with practiced ease, her movements confident and deliberate.

“When you taste it, you should pick up citrus notes, maybe some green apple, with just a hint of minerality on the finish. The acidity makes it really food–friendly.”

She moved through each wine with impressive knowledge, discussing terroir, vintage variations, and food pairings like she’d been doing this for years.

The room was completely silent, hanging on every word. Even the women who’d been prepared to watch her fail found themselves genuinely impressed.

Valeria’s confident smirk began to falter. This can’t be happening. This is not the Amelia I know.

The praise started as soon as Amelia finished with the last wine. “How impressive!” “Such refined palate!” “What wonderful insights!”

Valeria felt her blood pressure spike. How is everyone buying this act?

She was convinced Amelia had somehow prepared for this, maybe gotten coaching or crammed wine facts beforehand. There was no way her stepsister had suddenly become this knowledgeable about wine,

The applause was still going when Valeria suddenly stood up.

“Wait, I have a question.” Her voice cut through the appreciation, loud enough to silence the room.