Dumped Today Married Tomorrow: My Overnight Wedding to a Tycoon novel Chapter 109

TuBaci’s authentication system was the brand’s proprietary anti–counterfeiting technology. Each custom gown had a unique code embroidered i hidden location that could only be verified through official brand channels.

But this wasn’t common knowledge–only the brand’s VVIP clients were aware of this feature.

Sonia’s expression immediately shifted. Honestly, this was the first time she’d heard about it.

She rarely encountered fashion duplicates, and usually ordered directly from brand boutiques. She wasn’t quite at VVIP status yet.

This particular gown had been so hard to secure that Sonia had gone through alternative channels. But she’d paid real money for it, so she wasn’t worried about verification.

Anastasia was digging her own grave–time to watch her crash and burn!

Sonia smiled confidently. “Fine, since you’re so sure of yourself, let’s verify them right here. But if yours turns out to be fake, you better take responsibility for this embarrassment.”

Anastasia smiled calmly. “Of course. If it’s fake, I’ll own up to it. But Sonia, what will you do if your dress has issues?”

Sonia’s smile faltered briefly before she regained her confidence. “My dress is definitely authentic–nothing to worry about.”

Joanne snorted from the sidelines. “Anastasia, quit being so stubborn. When this proves you’re wearing a knockoff, let’s see if you can even show yo face here anymore!”

Ignoring Joanne’s taunts, Anastasia pulled out her phone and opened TuBaci’s official authentication page.

She carefully lifted her dress hem, revealing the authentication code hidden inside the seam.

The code was incredibly discreet–most people had no idea it existed.

Seeing Anastasia’s actions, many onlookers were stunned. Who knew there was such a thing?

Anastasia pointed the code toward her phone’s camera, and verification information immediately appeared on screen.

“TuBaci Private Commission, Code A–2025-001, Client: Anastasia Kingsley.”

The phone clearly displayed detailed information about the gown, including commission date, designer name, and the exclusive serial number.

The crowd erupted in amazed whispers. Someone murmured, “Holy shit, Anastasia’s dress is real! And it’s TuBaci’s first commission of the year!”

What kind of status did someone need to get the first custom piece of the year?

Sonia’s face went pale as she stared at Anastasia’s phone screen in disbelief, a wave of dread washing over her.

She bit her lip, trying to maintain composure. “This… this is impossible! How could there be two TuBaci custom pieces?”

Anastasia put away her phone and looked at Sonia with slight mockery. “Your turn, Sonia. Why don’t you verify your dress?” Sonia’s hands trembled slightly as she unconsciously gripped her skirt, hesitating.

Her dress really had come from some private dealer. Although expensive, she’d never thought to verify its authenticity,

Now, faced with Anastasia’s challenge, panic was setting in

Seeing the situation, Joanne quickly jumped to Sonia’s defense. “Anastasia, you’re going too far! How could Sonia’s dress possibly be fake? She’s a celebrity–why would she wear a counterfeit?”

The crowd was genuinely curious now. They’d all assumed Anastasia was wearing the fake, but now that hers was