Daria's Love
Disclaimer: In Latin I would say: This does not belong to me because I haven't learned enough to know how to say it.
Chapter 12; Julie's Reaction
"Daria, Daria," Jerrold poked Daria in the back. "Daria."
"What?"
"We need to go tell our news to Julie and my family," Jerrold said softly.
"Ok. I need to get dressed. Where did you put my clothes?"
"They're in the closet," he said with a big, silly grin plastered on his face.
"What?" asked Daria as she walked over to the closet. When she opened the closet door she exclaimed, "Oh my Word! Where did all of these dresses come from?" she exclaimed when she saw about fifty dresses all her size.
"They were made for you. When I made up my plan I had the seamstress make them," he replied smiling.