
But Hampton Brooks is the opposite of what I stand for. His Expendable Chic stores are drowning the world in cheap, foreign-made clothes so he can make a buck.
When Hampton started spying my lovely little town for his next junk factory, I about lost it. And when that jerk ripped his blazer and came to my shop for repair? Well, I got to see what a phony Hampton really is.
He’s polluting the world. I’m adding beauty to it. I hate having him in my town. And I hate even more how I feel myself falling for him.
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